OK, I wasn't sure if it would let me post because it's in read-only right now and won't let me log in, and I didn't want to waste my breath typing away, only to have it refuse my post. And you know who this is, as does everyone else in the world. But pretend you don't.
Anyway, it was worth it for a few months. I felt good, and I was in love, and it was blissfully perfect and wonderful. And then we slept together, and (not to sound like Britney Oltman's mom) my entire life/relationship turned into absolute shit, and I wanted to kill myself. And then my boyfriend became addicted to drugs, and now he sells them. Was it worth it, in the end? Was it worth being killed, figuratively, over and over and over again? No. Do I have answers now, after two years? No. Do I appreciate any part of him? No. Do I have fond memories? Some, to be honest. Do they make up for the bad ones? No.
Hmmm, basically, most boys suck. And it's hard to find a good one. But if you do, hold on for dear life. And don't kid yourself into thinking he's good if he's not- run away, as fast as you can. That's what I should have done. Also, I would NEVER recommend dating a boy who goes to your school/works with you/is friends with your friends, or any combination of those things, because you have to hear about him every fucking day, even when you don't want to. And you have to listen to people talk to you about your ex like they know him better than you do, which they don't, and everyone has their opinions about what happened, and nothing's private. And eventually, everyone in the world hates you or him. Or both.
P.S. He's supposed to pick me up at 7:30 tonight, so we can talk in person. Anyone want to bet on whether or not he'll actually show up? I put $50 on a big fatty NO.
Anyway, it was worth it for a few months. I felt good, and I was in love, and it was blissfully perfect and wonderful. And then we slept together, and (not to sound like Britney Oltman's mom) my entire life/relationship turned into absolute shit, and I wanted to kill myself. And then my boyfriend became addicted to drugs, and now he sells them. Was it worth it, in the end? Was it worth being killed, figuratively, over and over and over again? No. Do I have answers now, after two years? No. Do I appreciate any part of him? No. Do I have fond memories? Some, to be honest. Do they make up for the bad ones? No.
Hmmm, basically, most boys suck. And it's hard to find a good one. But if you do, hold on for dear life. And don't kid yourself into thinking he's good if he's not- run away, as fast as you can. That's what I should have done. Also, I would NEVER recommend dating a boy who goes to your school/works with you/is friends with your friends, or any combination of those things, because you have to hear about him every fucking day, even when you don't want to. And you have to listen to people talk to you about your ex like they know him better than you do, which they don't, and everyone has their opinions about what happened, and nothing's private. And eventually, everyone in the world hates you or him. Or both.
P.S. He's supposed to pick me up at 7:30 tonight, so we can talk in person. Anyone want to bet on whether or not he'll actually show up? I put $50 on a big fatty NO.
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