It all started about three years ago, 2012. I finished my last school year and entered the Art College program in The Catholic University. At that time i probably thought that it was a good idea, i don’t really know why i chose that career, i didn’t even liked it.
It took me a long time to realize that i actually did it because of my boyfriend. He was the best student in my school, everyone loved him, except my classmates, they totally hated him, even my friends didn’t liked him, and i never knew why. Well now i guess that i did it to feel better with myself, i was studying what i ”liked” (college, so i could traspassed to architechture, what i really ”loved”) in the best university of the country, i had a great smart boyfriend, one of my girl bestfriends got in the same university so i saw her regularly.
I wanted to be succesful, but for the wrong reassons, not for myself, not to be happy, but for the ”what would people say”. I’ve always been that kind of girl, thinking and caring way too much about what people have to say about me. For more that i try i can’t really change it, it’s who i am, but i can hide it, i learned to. If something happens, i always shut down, keep things to myself. Even now is hard for me to understand it, to understand myself.
Everyone thought i had the perfect life, but guess what? No one does…