i had a pretty much perfect life with pretty much perfect friends. we were the group of people who's motto was "you're only gonna live this life once so do what you want".
i've fallen in love, not a lot but a few times. it was the best thing you could experience. that's until you experience the end of it all. the heartbreak.
i've had my heart broken as well as broke a few. once you know what a heartbreak feels like, you can never fully forget it.
i forgot how to love. maybe i just forgot what love felt like but it felt like love just wasn't in me anymore.
i've loved people who i just wasn't compatible with. people who i never thought would think of me in such a way.
i've tried to find my way back to the someone i loved but couldn't, although we were destined to be together.
i've destroyed friendships. my own to be specific.
i've destroyed the relationships i loved. it seemed as if that was all i was good at doing, destroying things.
i didn't mean to, i swear. i just didn't know how to stop destroying things.
i was manipulative. it's probably one of the biggest reasons why my life fell apart.
but none of that actually matters now.
i guess this is where it begins...
A/N: this isn't gonna be a short story. it may seem like it but i'm just easing into it.
