There’s this question lingering on my mind; are all men assholes, or are all men who come across me assholes?
Last year, during August, something bad happened to me. Something, that was probably my fault. No, I’ll blame myself completely. I will. After that disaster happened, I took control over my life. Got into College, made amazing friends, got good grades. Then something happened; this semester, I lost my shit. I couldn’t keep it together. And then, I decided I want to start HIJAB. Alhamdulillah, I did. And it’s going great. I love my hijab. I never thought I’d ever see this day TBH. But then, 4 days back, I did something. Let’s call my something ‘X’. Afterwards, I lost my mind.
What my question is, is that, why doesn’t any guy, and by any guy I mean ANY GUY, see me as anything but an object of physical use? Why?
May it be flirtation, or flings, or a relationship. Why?
Why don’t my relationships ever work? Is it me? Or is it not? As I’m typing this, I realize my sedatives kicked in, and I need to sleep. As I’m typing this, I realize, that my fingers know which key to press when I’m on my sedatives.
I need to know, is it me? Or is it not?
I need to know.