Hajar

Now I find it hard to trust your kind. Hard to tell you and your kind the truth. Hard to look at you and your kind with the admiration kind of look, longing to be cared kind of look, like I always did when I was fourteen. Hard to put good efforts in pleasing you and your race. Hard to look up on you like how we should always look up on you since you and your kind are supposed to be protective and gentle. Hard to fantasize that someday I'll have a blissful life with you or the people of your kind. Hard not to get annoyed by you. Hard not to feel insecure when I'm with you and your kind.

But it is also hard to dislike you. Very hard to despise you. Hard not to impress you with every words I say. Hard to make you feel like I am actually the one you're looking for too.

Hard not to like you. You are so likable --

(even though I'm learning not to trust you and your kind)

Seriously, what are actually boys made up of? It's like they have this thing in their genes that makes us women feel like they care, but they are actually one of the most destructive species God has ever created.

Sugar, lies and everything 'nice'?