At the beginning of my 6th grade year, I was with a douche bag and he accidently asked me out and I guess I was just desperate enough to say yes (I was so stupid)! Anyways, that relationship didn't last long and then with the whole rumor thing, I wasn't getting someone else for a while. But, also at the beginning of my 6th grade year, I met a sweet Hispanic guy, through the douche bag of course, but he and I became really close friends. After the whole rumor thing, he and I were a little closer than before and he ended up being the guy I thought I wouldn't have for a while! I was in love with him and he was so sweet and he was in love with me, while it lasted at least. Then came summer break and we stayed in touch over summer and it was all good until I had to be stupid again and break up with him. Then the beginning of 7th grade started and it was awkward, because we had a class together and I still had feelings for him and it turned out so did he for me! So we eventually got back together and I was actually happy again, until he broke up with me because I was distant and that was because I was becoming more and more depressed because I was more aware of how I looked and how I could point out a flaw in every part of my being, but he didn't know that. So when he broke up with me, that was literally the breaking point because I had met a friend through him and her and I were really close and she was cutting and it influenced me because her and I had a brief falling out shortly before I was dumped. So that night, I cut. I blamed myself for everything, I thought I was absolutely worthless. After he broke up with me, there was no rumor or anything so I caught another guy and he was sweet but nothing like the guy before him. He and I lasted a while but then he moved away so we had to go our separate ways. I was really sad, and 7th grade was ending. That summer break, I spent single. The majority of 8th grade I spent single as well, until I meant a 9th grader in the high school that I would be going to the following year, of course though, I meant him through the first douche bag I was with. But he made me happy, and I didn't mind having a long distance relationship. Until, a week or so before the big 8th grade dance, he broke up with me. We had planned to go together but then he ended things out of the blue. Telling me he was involved with bad people and that he didn't want them coming after me. Of course, it was just an excuse. So, the night of the 8th grade dance I was alone! Until.....
