Tales For The Broken

My story

I had a boyfriend a great boyfriend. I had just started to hang out with different people. I really did like him. But I did not date him cause I liked him. He liked me a lot and people keep telling me about how good of a couple we would be and how great it would be to have a boyfriend. I did like him. But I did not really want to date him cause something had changed in me something was different I could feel it but I did not know what it was. Because of all the peer pressure when he asked me out I said yes. We dated for a while and I enjoyed it but I could not shake the feeling something was not right. Like I had stopped wanting to kiss him and just wanted to talk to him. I had started to think girls were prettier and wanted to sit closer to my friends that were girls and started to think that boys kind of sucked. Then one night I had a dream that I kissed one of my friends that was a girl and liked it. I woke up and tried to shake it off but I could not stop thinking about it all day. About how I enjoyed it and did not think it was weird. But I thought it was because it was a kiss and I had never been kissed before. I don't remember anything I learned that day because I was thinking about the dream and what it meant. Then the next day someone in my friend group came out as bi. I wondered if that was what I was. The next few days are kind of a blur but I remember thinking a lot about the girl and not talking to my boyfriend and thinking that maybe I was more then bi and that I needed to take a break from him to figure if out. I told my mum that I planed to break up with him and all I'm going to say on her reaction is that she did not want me to break up with him, cause once I get started on my parents I may never stop. Anyways, I broke up with him through a note cause I did not have the heart to do it face to face and if I did I would say something wrong and mess everything up. All I told him was that I needed time to think. I remember after I gave him the note I went into the bathroom and cried cause I did like him but not as much as he deserved to be loved. The next day I don't know how but I was completely over him. I liked a girl an amazing girl. A different girl then the one in my group. I noticed how I no longer wanted to kiss any boys just girls. I did not want to face the fact that I was only into girls and repressed it for about a week then I began to except the fact that I was a lesbian. About a month and half later I started liking a boy and still liking the girl. That's when I finally settled on the sexuality of pan.
So yeah. It was a lot more confusing figuring out what i was and am. It was also harder to except myself then I made it sound. That was more for my friends to understand the reason why we broke up if ur a random reader then I guess we'll you now know my story. Idk what to write now sooooooooooooo............................... Love you all! <3