My sister scolds me because I don’t update the blog: /
It is a bit difficult to write when you know that only strangers will read you.
At first, the idea of ​​this blog was to talk about everything, but little by little I deviated and focused on a single topic: expose as if it were my diary, my problems, and more specifically, my coconut comedios with irix. Probably get this over with at once. I don’t want to do it but I can’t stay stuck any longer.
If he does, I have no doubt that I will write about it on more than one occasion, but I also know that it will be over soon and that I will forget him; and with time it will be nothing more than a memory that will sometimes make me smile and other times it will make me full of anger: P

Right now I am debating between resuming the friendship we had in the first year (adding the lift that distance brings) and between the decision to cut drastically with everything that reminds me of him. The second would be, in my opinion, the most appropriate because if he has been able to have me like this, knowing what I was feeling, it is that he has made fun of me or that he cares little about me. Maybe I’m wrong and I’m seeing everything blacker than it really is, but the fact is that it makes me feel very lonely …