You see, I'm just an ordinary girl with a passion for writing. I'm not that smart or talented, I'm just...well, average.
I don't bother with relationships either because I know deep in my heart that there is no such thing as 'forever' and that we'll all get hurt but they say that it's worth it. No, it isn't "worth it", people become suicidal and cut because of failed relationships. I wouldn't let anything like that happen to me again. Because it definitely has.
You might think that I sound a bit, well harsh, but you'll understand in a bit.
There was this guy back in high school. Black hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, he was perfect. We started dating in 9th grade and and we lasted until 11th, then he said he was moving to some other town and I haven't seen him since. My whole world shattered when he left, I felt incomplete. I hated my life for quite a bit, I did drugs, I smoked, I cut, I even drank just to try to keep my mind off of that one guy. I isolated myself from everyone and skipped school and bawled my eyes out every. single. day.
It turned out that I was depressed
No, he wasn't worth it.
After all that shit that I had to go through my parents ended up fighting about my depression and how horrific my attitude was becoming.
They didn't know what I was going through.
I hated every single person on Earth.
Except him.
