You will say I am shy and no one will believe you. Because from time to time you flash your breasts to strangers, you give your phone number to lesbian girls, you wear fur with sport shoes, you shout at the boys with the water balloons and the little knifes. You will say I am shy, and no one will believe you, because you create all this fictional narratives and you present them as real, because you forget the names and star signs of your ex's, you say I am lonely and you laugh. Until the day that you are really shy and you have said it so many times that no one believes you anyway. And you burn in the fire, screaming.