when I was 12 i met a boy that was as weird as me during school but he'd cry himself to sleep every night. when he trusted me enough, he texted me all his dark thoughts. showed me all his scars. I'd cry begging him to stop. at school people would try to play rough with him while i fought them off. i know he had bandages underneath his shirt. i was the only one who knew. the one who help saved him. when we were 14 he was finally truly happy. he started talking to people who didn't like me. i cared too much about him. i tried to keep him away from the toxic people of high school but he ignored me. he started to dislike me because i started sound like a mother. he gave up on us. we'd always argue. it got to the point where there was no more fight left in me. he started attacking me, hating me and cutting me with his words. he knew he was the most important person to me. he took advantage of it. he never fought for me. he fought to make me hate myself. it worked, i wanted to end my life. he walked out of my life like i meant nothing to him. when he left he took a piece of me, i tried to look for that piece in every guy i talked to. writing this gave me chills.
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The story of my life. Literally.
Randomgood guys are boring. the perfect guy doesn't seem to exist. this is my experience with boys over the years. Keep in mind we're all just heart break kids. this is real life shit that's going down. so ima update as things progress
