Literally all my life I’ve been avoinding relationships.
I didn’t want to involve with anyone, I wanted to be free to do what I wanted. I was seeing my friends being involved in serious relationships (assuming you can have those in highschool) and literally I was saying : fuck that. I wasn’t able to understand how someone could tell everything they do to another one. When you wake up, when you eat, where you go, what you do, to whom are you speaking on the phone, stuff like that. It wasn’t my style. I was rejecting every guy that would dare approach me and in my head, no one was good enough (although they weren’t able to show me what’s their deal).
Until I involved myself into a “serious” relationship.
It happened, what was I supposed to do?
Did I want it? –No.
Hypocrisie?–Maybe just a little bit.
Anyway, the thing is that that it happened to come to this moment when I am expressing my point of view about different aspects of life. I was thinking it could be a good idea to lean on paper (electronic paper) some of my thoughts and feelings, in order to “set myself free”. And now I am sitting and writing this nonsense and I suddently realise that in exactly 3h and 25 mins me and my boyfriend are going to celebrate our sixth month anniversary, six months since I am taken so to speak.
A piece of advice: do not fear relationships. I lost a lot of time by doing so.