Mrivet! Lately, I've become crooked and mean, and I've started to lose my sense of humor, which makes me even more sour (I'm already competing with pickles). So the above are caused by the fact that I feel hellishly lonely and rejected by everyone. My friends and I rarely see each other, and we fight a lot like stray cats and I feel unhappy in their company (on average, calculated for every 2 of my 3 lines, they start arguing with me together - and I still thought we grew up and that everyone has the right to deceive themselves as they wish ...). I love them, don't get me wrong, I just can't have fun with them anymore, nor can I share as I used to. But I can boast that I am the trash can (a great achievement, nothing) ... I try not to be mean to people (both friends and acquaintances), to be helpful and careful, but I continue to be rejected from everywhere, I can't find a place under the sun and that's it, there is no friendly umbrella to stand under (which Rihanna sang about). This feeling, the feeling of being superfluous, kills me. And I'm in love - for my not-so-modest 19 years, no one thought to take me on a date (NOBODY!), Let alone anything more - you can guess what a wonderful shade of green I get from anger when I see 13 -year-old with my dad, and I soaked like the last idiot on my own (sometimes I really feel like an absolute idiot, sometimes, sometimes ... say, say, 99% of the time). I'm not unbearable, 50 kilos 170 cm tall, but still no one wants me, which despairs me with the main O. I'm very breathless and there are days when I sit and shake that I will remain an old girl watching many cats . My idol, Bridget, she would say, "I'm going to die like an old maid and they'll find me in 2 weeks, eaten by a German shepherd ..." Because I wouldn't go to a disco alone (only a girl who doesn't like chalga at a disco) my despair that I had asked some of my closest people to introduce me to an acquaintance of theirs, but I remained hopeful. I'm obviously so awful that no one wants to hit me on the head with a friend ... What to do. Sorry for the long confession (if I bored someone - sorry, the risks of such stories) and if anyone has advice (or Tuborg: D), I will be infinitely grateful. :) not loving chalga at a disco) I had gotten there in my despair that I had asked some of my closest people to introduce me to one of their acquaintances, a free fellow, but I remained hopeful. I'm obviously so awful that no one wants to hit me on the head with a friend ... What to do. Sorry for the long confession (if I bored someone - sorry, the risks of such stories) and if anyone has advice (or Tuborg: D), I will be infinitely grateful. :) not loving chalga at a disco) I had gotten there in my despair that I had asked some of my closest people to introduce me to one of their acquaintances, a free fellow, but I remained hopeful. I'm obviously so awful that no one wants to hit me on the head with a friend ... What to do. Sorry for the long confession (if I bored someone - sorry, the risks of such stories) and if anyone has advice (or Tuborg: D), I will be infinitely grateful. :) the risks of such stories) and if anyone has advice (or Tuborg: D), I will be infinitely grateful. :) the risks of such stories) and if anyone has advice (or Tuborg: D), I will be infinitely grateful. :)
1 s3xichiq answered
Look now, this is somewhat normal for your girlfriends. People change, their way of thinking, their values change, and so on. So, don't mess around. For the rest, you're 19 after all, you're not 49 to say that youth is wasted. You say you look good, 1.70 / 50 rings sounds very good (believe me, I'm 1.90 myself and the taller girls make an impression). Even if no one wants you, I don't believe anything. Rather, you worry too much. You better get all those thoughts out of your head, shove a Tuborg Green in and look at things positively. But