I Want to Die but I Still Want to Eat Tteokbokki

It’s difficult to admit to these things.

Me: ..I really do practise that a lot. Because I know all too well. But when I’m thrown into a situation like with my partner yesterday, my mind goes blank.

Me: What I honestly feel is that if my partner’s friends don’t think I’m pretty, my partner will stop seeing me through rose-coloured glasses.
Psychiatrist: Why, did you put a spell on them or something?
Me: No, it’s just that everyone wears rose-coloured glasses in the beginning of a relationship.

I become ugly. Because I’m so extreme. I want to die.

Psychiatrist: .. some people have a more roundabout way of getting to that point of embarrassment.
Me: Am I being very direct?
Psychiatrist: You are.

‘Sure, you must’ve been taken aback, I should’ve been more considerate,’ but I just felt so mortified by the whole encounter.

Which is hard to accept, and which I hate, and which I kept feeling self-conscious about, which led to a whole inferiority complex.

This kind of thing keeps happening to me.

«Last summer, I went to see a friend and her male friend, and she introduced me to him as..”

I actually wanted to talk to you about something I’ve never discussed with anyone before. You might think it’s nothing, but I have a huge inferiority complex about it.