Status Updates From Counting Daisies (Counting #1)

Rereading because I apparently need all the pain right now.

Am I reading a romance novel or a tale about a heroin addict?

I'm sensing a predictable plot device incoming (which is fine, MM romance can be so predictable at times), but this one has me irritated because there's not much romance to be found. Could be this year's first dnf.

Loving someone had never felt so exhausting, so painful.

This kiss made me feel like I meant something.

He cared about me. Fuck knows why, but he did.

Everybody leaves. They left or they died. Either way, I was alone.

This story and the characters have so much protential, but I just don’t feel or care for them.