Parsival
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When I was in 2nd preparatory, I was a well-known dude: smart, good-looking, someone people looked up to. Then something happened. A foid fell for me. She wasn’t the first, but she was different. She was taller than me, confident, the “weird anime girl”… and we had literally the same taste in everything.
And still, I couldn’t say a single word.
Every time I was with her, I just laughed like an idiot because I didn’t know what else to do. I could feel everything in my head, but nothing came out. Online, it was even worse—I used AI and even let other people talk to her for me. I knew exactly what was happening, and I still couldn’t fix it.
She tried for 3 months. I did nothing. On September 7, she left.
And that’s what stayed with me—the frustration. Not for what I did, but for what I didn’t do. Knowing I had every chance, and still wasting it.
For 7 months, I couldn’t even look up during recess, just in case I saw her. I avoided reality because I couldn’t handle it. Then one day I decided: “I’m done. I’ll stop thinking about her.”
That same day, her mom was murdered.
I didn’t know what to feel. Guilt, frustration, sympathy… everything at once. So I texted her. And even then, the words weren’t mine. They were from ChatGPT. I couldn’t even be real in the only moment that actually mattered.
That’s when something in me broke. I was already at an HMTN base, but I was tired of being that version of myself—the one who freezes, the one who watches things happen and does nothing. So I changed. I improved everything I could.
And it worked. I got a girlfriend who accepts me, even when I’m still a bit weird.
But that frustration never really left.
[U]If You Say tldnr I will rape you. [/U]I use IA for traduce this, I'm not and native English speaker. When I was in 2nd preparatory, I was a well-known dude: smart, good-looking, someone people looked up to. Then something happened. A foid fell for me. She wasn’t the first, but she was different. She was taller than me, confident, the “weird anime girl”… and we had literally the same taste in everything.
And still, I couldn’t say a single word.
Every time I was with her, I just laughed like an idiot because I didn’t know what else to do. I could feel everything in my head, but nothing came out. Online, it was even worse—I used AI and even let other people talk to her for me. I knew exactly what was happening, and I still couldn’t fix it.
She tried for 3 months. I did nothing. On September 7, she left.
And that’s what stayed with me—the frustration. Not for what I did, but for what I didn’t do. Knowing I had every chance, and still wasting it.
For 7 months, I couldn’t even look up during recess, just in case I saw her. I avoided reality because I couldn’t handle it. Then one day I decided: “I’m done. I’ll stop thinking about her.”
That same day, her mom was murdered.
I didn’t know what to feel. Guilt, frustration, sympathy… everything at once. So I texted her. And even then, the words weren’t mine. They were from ChatGPT. I couldn’t even be real in the only moment that actually mattered.
That’s when something in me broke. I was already at an HMTN base, but I was tired of being that version of myself—the one who freezes, the one who watches things happen and does nothing. So I changed. I improved everything I could.
And it worked. I got a girlfriend who accepts me, even when I’m still a bit weird.
But that frustration never really left.
