There is a particular kind of tired that has nothing to do with sleep. It's the tired of opening a chat, seeing "typing..." and already knowing how the next two weeks will go. I'm not writing this out of frustration. I'm writing it because I have run out of theories. I have tried almost everything. One felt like a romcom, and I'm not exaggerating. There was a friend who turned into a boyfriend, the safest plot in the world, until it wasn't. There was pure attraction, the kind where you don't remember what he said, only how the room felt. There was destiny, a man from literally the other end of the world, because apparently the universe likes drama. Then I tried opposites. Someone who talked alottt, and I loved it for exactly one month, until I realised I hadn't spoken in any of our conversations. Someone quiet, whose silence I kept translating into meanings that probably weren't there. Someone exactly like me, which sounds dreamy until you real...