The Secondary School Life

My Story

I admit it, I am horrible at relationships. Im like a bomb, ready to explode, destory you, ready to break your heart. I warn them but they ignore it, they think they can survive dating me. So once I end up hurting them...they seem shocked.

The first time this happened was back in Year 8. This boy, he was in my classes, we were friends. His name was Alex. He was a 'try hard'. He used the cheesist pick up lines on girls, for example: If I Could Rearrange The Alaphabet I Would Put U And I Together (yes he used this on me).

After a while of him trying I decided to warn him. He didnt care. So, we dated..for about 6 months. Half a year, wow! Until one day, it hit him. He realised that I started missing lessons. Mainly the lessons he loved. He knew something was wrong. So at lunch, we had lunch together, I got up to get a drink. He decided to go through my bag. Guess what he found? Blades...

When I came back, he yelled at me, called me crazy. That I was an attention whore. Yeah. I was different. He didnt accept it. But oh no, after two weeks he came crawling back, said he was sorry. I thought maybe he has changed. We dated for another two months.

It was a Monday. At lunch, normally we go to the canteen and have lunch, well that lunchtime was different. So, Alex gets crazy jealous, like bruh. He came out looking for me. He saw me alone. He came up to me and asked if I was cheating. Well, he didnt ask, he yelled at me. I told him I wasnt, and I said I want to break up. Because of me wanting to break up (incase you didnt know, he was hooking up with girls behind my back all that time). He claims he was loyal. Nah, these bros aint loyal, am I right? Yeah...pun intended. Anyway he told everyone I broke his heart, even told one of my exes (this ex happens to be a bestfriend a knows all my secrets) and he told Alex "Im not surprised." because Im known for breaking hearts and stuff. Most of the boys get over it. No, not Alex.

Anyway, thats one of my relationships...do I regret it? Yeah. Not a way I want my Year 8 to be remembered, oh well.