I was your average depressed teenager who was desperate for love. Even though I had many boyfriends in the past I still haven't had my first kiss. Zephyr broke up with me after he found out I was cutting and smoking. Then Ross came along. I stopped being depressed. I stopped smoking. I started hugging people more. Cutting became nothing to me and made no sense. And soon I was smiling at everyone in the supermarket. It was like Ross had came by and brightened up my world. After a year or so he broke up with me. He told me it was him not me. I wanted him back, obviously, but he always denied it. I had stopped dating after Ross had dumped me. I knew he was something to me, that I didn't want to let go of. I was nothing before he came along. He made me a better person. But now that he left me I turned back to my old ways.