Well for about a week, i had a boyfriend. I was happy for the first time in about 3 years. Well, of course, like everything good in my life, it had a short stop and a long drop. He decided that it wasn't working out and he "dumped" me a ripped out my heart of stone. Dwelling over the loss of my love, i began to cut my arm unmercifully. I would do it day after day until my entire left arm was encased in scars of everlasting pain. Then as it was full, i began to defile my right arm with more cuts deeper and longer. Slipping into depression, i didn't know how to deal with it. eventually i broke down and drie to my mother revealing my long time covered arms. The shock upon her face is something i can never forget as she asked me over and over again ."Why"?
I honestly didn't know how to answer her. It's not the easiest thing in the world for a 14 year old to tell her mother that she lost the love of her life and not be told "There are other fish in the sea" Well you know what mother, i had finally caught the best prize fish out there, and he slipped of my hook. I guess, im just not meant to be happy. Maybe.
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