— Vladimir Nabokov, from Lolita (via the-final-sentence)
I can´t take this anymore. This is just too much. I don’t know what am I doing wrong. This is the fourth time a guy leaves me, and I just don’t know why. I do my best, i give them space, I just stop giving them my opinions about anything, I say yes to all. “Sure, we will see each other whenever you want” “It doesen’t matter, we could hang out another day” “Of course I don’t mind, go out with your friends. I can wait.”
I don’t do what I want anymore. I don’t say what I think just in case they get mad at me. I’m not myself anymore.
I can´t stop crying. I really thought he liked me for real. I believed this time, I had chosen the right one.
There’s something wrong with me, that men just don’t like for more than a month.
What is wrong with me?