I tried liking other people. I even dated one person after that. I didn't understand anything anymore. I didn't know what love was. I didn't try to understand what love was. I kinda just gave up. For some reason that to this day I'm still unsure of.
Well, I broke up with my boyfriend and he kept messaging me and wanting me back. I didn't love him and I wasn't going to waste my time on somebody I didn't love. I blocked him on everything. I was done having someone tell me they love me and then go and talk about me behind my back.
Eventually it got to me. I started crying ALL the time. I started to give up on EVERYTHING. My mom always told me not to talk to my "dad", also known as my Sperm donor, but this day I did. I talked to him for some weird reason. My head wasn't on straight. I must not have been thinking. My head was never on straight anymore. I was always thinking. Sometimes for the good, but most the time for the bad.
Finally, I did it. Finally I......
