Series in one sentence:
Two mentally crippled people drag on an already short series by breaking up and falling back in love every episode.
Series in more sentences:
A loner girl, fully lacking emotion, ends up being the love interest of a boy with anger issues. Unfamiliar with the feelings he presents her, she is in battle with herself on whether or not she should accept him. He, on his turn, acknowledges her as the only light in his life and isn't able to let her go, though his uncertainty causes this to happen often.
I can appreciate characters who get to the point, but the episodes felt rushed because of the continuous changes of mental state these two were put in.
The speed in which the characters fell in and out of love with each other was ridiculous and became tiresome fast, and by the time the story knocked it off, the series already ended with the lamest conclusion ever. There are only 13 episodes, so I guess you're supposed to read the manga if you want to know the rest of the story, but based on what I saw, I can't say I care about seeing these two failure children together. Near the end I leaned more towards this blonde guy and the leading lady, but as intriguing as that romance was, very little screen time was given to it. It really was just a background thing.
My Little Monster's horrible writing isn't hard to miss, sadly, but it became even more apparent whenever its characters showed off their "Dr. Phil relationship analysation gift" and flawless knowledge on how others felt about their crush, but then acted oblivious the moment it concerned their own love life.
I wanted to accept this show as something deeper; a psychological story, a look in the minds of two socially restricted people, if you will. But it wasn't anything like that, as the series doesn't talk about these things in detail.
It felt like both main characters just went with the first emotion that crossed their minds whenever things went well or things went badly, which made for a messy story.