Excerpts from the Diary of a Diva

So...one of my "friends" -- and right now I'm using the term loosely -- introduced me to Asian soap operas. More specifically, "The Perfect Match." How did a show plunge me into the depths of despair in 22 episodes? It centers around the relationship between a girl who cooks in the Night Market and a Cordon Bleu chef. The two meet, fall in love, break up, and reunite. Of course, there are various twists and turns that make it interesting. When it was over, I was crying like they were me and New Boo. That's the reality. I was watching this fiction, wishing it was true for me. When he broke her heart, I felt the same pain I fell every time things don't go the way I want them to with New Boo. Fortunately for her, she was able to recover her love. Me? Not so much. And that's why I'm sitting here listening to sad music and trying to remember why I'm supposed to hate New Boo. Trust...I haven't forgotten the many disappointments he&#

You know what? Inasmuch as I submitted my members for New Boo's shenanigans, I can't be mad that he did what he did. He did what he always does. In the story of the boy and the snake, the snake asks the boy to take him up the mountain. The boy says, "But you'll bite me." The snake tells him, "No, I won't. I promise." When the boy gets the snake to the top of the mountain, the snake bites him. He says, "You promised me you wouldn't do that." The snake says to him, "You knew who I was when you picked me up." New Boo is -- and has always been -- a snake. I fell for him because I wanted to, but he's not a good person. I keep trying to love him back to decency, but I want too much. No matter how good I am to him, I can't love him past his nature. The moment I realize it and let it settle into my bones, the sooner I'll be able to let go of the dream...