A veces, cuando llego a casa, me siento muy triste; le doy demasiadas vueltas a las cosas. Estoy harta de ser ingenua; debería ser como todo el mundo... fuerte y sin preocuparme por nada. Estoy harta de que los chicos me traten como a un juguete, para acabar rechazándome al final, y también de sentir que nada de lo que hago es suficiente (ni siquiera intentar mejorar mi bienestar emocional).
No quiero saber nada de chicos, ni de citas, ni de nada.
Well, I’m in this situation where, a while back, I met a guy through a mate at uni – we’re both studying the same degree. I thought he was cute (I’ve had my fair share of rejection and being friend-zoned before, so I’m really scared to try again), so I tried not to show too much interest, but I was getting a bit anxious and nervous, and well, my friend introduced us, and we had a chat (in a group), and the guy said he thought my hair was lovely and he really liked my surname too, and he also mentioned that he likes anime (I’m really clumsy at flirting and in the end I ended up coming on too strong, I know, hahahaha), but anyway, every now and then I’d see him at uni and say hello; my friend mentioned that he liked chess too and that they could play together (I like chess), and well, I tried to act disinterested so as not to give myself away 😭, normally I tried not to get my hopes up because obviously, I don’t want to repeat patterns and pain, and then I realised about a year later that he’d gone out with a girl and they’d split up, and I saw him on Instagram, I followed him, he followed me back, and added me to his close friends; every now and then he likes my stories, especially the photos I post, and that’s it