I must have been a teenager the first time I thought about what it meant to lie to myself.
I don't know where the thought derived from, but somehow, at the tender age of thirteen, I had a thought about how frightening it would be to live a lie.
I'm not sure if this is a common thought for most teenagers.
Most of the teenagers I encounter have very little self-awareness, and even though I had a lot more self-awareness than the average kid my age back then, I didn't fully understand how prophetic that thought would be down the line.
But it did eventually happen. And all because of a relationship. Or maybe I should say because of my insecurity to find love.
The first time my heart got broken, I was a mess.
After a year, I tried to move on, meeting new boys all the time. None of them truly made my heart sing.
I thought there was something wrong with me.
Why couldn't I feel?
Why wasn't it like before?
Why didn't I feel chemistry with anyone?
Many of these boys vied for...
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