We all have problems right? Maybe some people deal with depression, or anxiety, or anorexia, or bulimia, but me? I have to live with my problem that I hate the most. My problem, is never being able to find true love. Okay, yes, I admit it. I'm practically addicted to finding someone I love and they truly love me back. But is that too much to ask for? For someone to love you with their heart, and not their eyes? Well, I'm now 15 years old. Never had a boyfriend. Never been on a date. Never had a first kiss, except for one when I was a little girl, but I don't count that obviously. Yes, it's true I do have depression, bulimia, cutting issues, and suicidal problems. But this isn't gonna be the typical story that normally revolves around those problems. This, is the story of how waiting for my true love for years eventually paid off.