Reconozco haberme equivocado, reconozco ser impulsiva, reconozco tener un carácter fuerte y se que no es fácil tratarme, pero así siendo un desastre me preocupo por personas que ni lo hacen por mí, hasta hice cosas que no me cabían sólo para ver feliz a alguien y eso no lo ven.
I spent two years being the low-maintenance girlfriend. I never complained when he canceled plans, never asked for fancy dates, played video games with his friends, and never demanded a title. I thought if I showed him how "easy" I was to love, he’d choose me. For my 25th birthday, he bought me a $10 gas station gift card and took me to a drive-thru. Two months later, we broke up. Within six months, he was engaged to a woman who had strict boundaries, demanded high effort, and wouldn't settle for crumbs. That was the day I realized: being the "cool girl" doesn't make a man value you it just makes it cheap for him to use you.
Finalmente he olvidado cómo vivir. O quizás nunca lo he sabido.
No logro pensar en una manera de salir de este abismo infinito, de este bucle melancólico y sin sentido. Quizás la efímera existencia humana es demasiado tiempo para mí.