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This is the story of a child.

A child who never was denied love or understanding from her family. A child who thought that Love was the greatest thing one could ever experience, since she saw it everyday on her parents.

This is the story of a girl.

A girl who understood that she was a little too ugly in the eyes of others to ever experience the love she was craving for. That tv shows and books are sometimes wrong, that incredible make overs are only part of a fiction. That it was ok to be who she was, but maybe, she was not expected to ask for much if she expected to be like that forever.

This is the story of a 15 year olg girl.

She was suddenly aware of the fact that one of her friends was interested in her. Maybe it was the nobelty, or the fact that all of her friends had already given their first kiss. Either way, she felt the necesity to reciprocate those feelings, and experience the sweet life of a young girlfriend. It took her nine months to realise that that relationship was wrong. That the love she felt was a self told lie. That he was expecting her to change in the very core, things dear to herself.He manipulated and forced her in phisical and psycological ways, and it was her who put an end to it. He then proceed to tell the whole school what a slut she was.

This is the story of a 16 year old girl.

She's in a new relationship, with a cool boy. He's the cousin of her best friend, a cool and relaxed boy. He doesn't raise his voice to her, or feel annoyed by every single act. They share a lot together. It feels right. She's maybe too young to see the early signs of depression in that boy. When you are 16, it's always true love. Two years later, he says he doesn't love her anymore. A few months later, a friend of hers tells her that he was making advances on her even before they broke up. That she was the reason for the brakeup. They hug and promise everlasting friendship. It wasn't a matter.
In the nights, the now 18 year old girl changes the questions she had been asking her self until coming into tears: instead of thinking "what did I do wrong?" she thinks "What does she have that I don't?". She realises that it is a very poisoning thought, that love is free to be given or denied, that no one did anything wrong, that he wasn't cheating on her, that he waited until breaking up to formarly ask her friend out.
She drinks the poison anyways. It feels good to suffer from love.

This is the story of a 19 year old girl.

She met a stranger on the bus, on her way to college. She doesn't think it is dangerous. She greets the stranger with a smile, her name and a kiss. He , then, stops being an stranger. He's now a person. She decides she likes this person and then, they start going out. Again, it takes him two years to tell her he doesn't love her anymore. Two years of yelling, passive agressive mooves to make her feel insecure and economically dependant. Two years of telling her that everything she likes is trash. Two years of telling her that her family is not to trust, her friends are idiots or ugly, that she can't have male friends.
She doesn't cry. She just ask herself, "why didn't I do it first?".
6 months pass by. He calls her and sends her text messages. Starts with : "hey, wanna hang out?" or "wanna have sex". She doesn't know how to feel, but lonely and confused. He never shows up. He keeps texting, though. "I still love you" " we will end up together again, you'll see!". She thinks is time to reply: "I don't want to be your girlfriend again". He replies: "those two years never ment anything to you?" "how dare you!" "please, please answer me!" "are you there?" "answer me."
She doesn't pick up the phone anymore.

This is the story of a 22 year old young woman.

She's now living in the city, keeping up with her carreer.All is exciting and fresh new. She has been giving and taking away her heart to some strangers, offering it like candy, and being rejected over and over. She says it doesn't matter, is not important. She feels like scaring her heart, making marks on it. She's willing to trade her heart for a "you are beautiful" or a kiss. She realices how dangerous that can be. She stays put for a while, wondering why she is never enough.
She fights with the friend she had when she was 16-18 years old. She nows realises that she had always hated her. That b***h.
Boyfriend N 2 still shows up from time to time. It's becoming less and less uncomfortable. He was a cool guy anyway. They become friends again, and the pain is gone. Most of the times.
Boyfriend N 3 keeps calling at 3 am in the morning.

This young woman , 23 years old, now meets a young man, they go out for a year. Her mother says "He might be the one". She really wants him to be the one. She falls in love. He does not. Or maybe he does, but he is not anymore? He doesn't know how to feel about it. He just thinks she is not appealing anymore. Or maybe that he never loved her in the first place, and carried on, because she was so cool. It was a good year after all, right? Maybe they could be friends?
She swallows her crying. She doesn't cry her heart out until she reaches home. She only wants one answer: "WHY?" she asks.

She realises there's no why. It just is. She is just doomed to fail over and over again.

Some say is ok. She will find the right one just in time. The mere thought of having to pass through this again makes her sick. Another relationship, another break up, another beloved man who doesn't love her anymore, just to realise that it had been a shitty relationship anyways. She asks herself why she always end up with this kind of people. She knows why. They promise love. She goes for the bait. Haha! Silly girl. Trix is only for kids.

Some say she is, maybe, not ment to have a long lasting relationship. That there are a lot of other tipes of love: friends , family. She thinks is like offering her soy when all she really wants is meat. Of course she realises that a fulfilled relationship of long lasting love is a social construct ment to control women's mind and lifes putting a lot of preasure in their future achievements , and that she should realise that what her parents have is an outlier in a land of divorces and abusive relationships.

She seems to know a lot of stuff now.

She decides to give up.

She tooks her heart out and looks at what she has done to it. It looks like a shattered crystal, as if someone had been beating at it with a baseball bat. It has been her all along.

She puts that crystal, now deformed, thing on a shelf. She looks at it thinking "hey, maybe it's for the best! I don't have to keep on suffering anymore! I will have a self centered life for now on! I will have as many meaningless relationships as I want, meet a lot of strangers, maybe have a loverboy. That could be cool."
She keeps staring at it with a satisfied smile. She's crying inside. She walks away, and thinks: "I don't need this, I'll be stoic, I'll die standing, like a tree. I don't care if it's alone. I don't care if my friends get married. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I really don't."

She does care. It cares so much, the anguish drowns her. She has a bad night. She almost cuts herself with a knife. She does not. That knife was her grandfather's. She wouldn't hurt herself with her grandfather's knife, would she? She cryes a lot, though. She talks bout it with her parents, with her sister. She doesn't talk about the knife.

It's been 2 months since that 24 year old had a crisis.

She doesn't go out much.

She doesn't talk a lot to boys, or girls for that matter.

She likes some. She thinks they are too much for her, that is just funny to like them, look at them, maybe flirt a little.

She thinks she's ok now, even though she feels so broken.

That cristal thing is still on the shelf.

Boyfriend N3 likes to text from time to time, to catch up, to see if she's ok.

She doesn't answer.

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