How Things Can Change

The Weekend That Things Went Wrong

Okay so the date was Friday 13th, the most unluckiest day for me ever! Also for other people around the world...

Basically what had happened, was during this whole week, I had been having a lot of arguments with my ex (was my girlfriend then). We had been going through a hard time because of her parents. After me and my ex had been together for 8 months, we decided it was time to tell her parents about me and her. The reaction we got was not the one we wanted....We knew we were going to loose each other but we really were not ready to loose each other, this caused some major arguments and issues. It got to the point where on that very fateful day on Friday, I told her i couldn't take it anymore.

I couldn't take the constant arguments, no longer be able to talk to each other outside of school, not being about to see each other in school other than break and lunch. This is what tore us apart....

After a week of the arguments, I wasn't happy, I couldn't concentrate in school, I couldn't sleep, I kept crying, I would take out my anger on everyone, I was actually going mental. After a lot of thinking I decided it was the right thing to do.

On the Saturday after, I went into town with one of my best friends Amy! It could have been the best day ever, it was so chilled and relaxed: we met up with new people, met each others friends, met some old friends, tried new foods and drinks, we even went to a roller disco! When we were together I was so happy and that's when I realised I didn't need anyone to keep me happy!

This however, changed on Sunday.

On Sunday, someone thought it would be hilarious to send me a screenshot of my ex's Instagram with all these comments from someone I used to talk to, of course I was livid! Not only did I still like my ex, I was hoping to sort things on Monday with her. Seeing those messages and comments killed me.