It Was My Fault
Just to let everyone know why we ended it was because of me, not him, so don’t you dare say anything nasty to him please.
I didn’t cheat, let me make that very clear. What happened was a series of things. Family not accepting me, finding out that I’m not happy anymore (With myself not him), more worried about my future then “our” future, and other things.
Valentines day, we were suppose to hang out and I had this… very cute plan that never was executed. We got into a little fight before it so I just turned my cell phone off and couldn’t handle it or anyone in that matter.
I wanted to keep it off for a week and shut out everyone completely. It worked.
No boyfriend, no friends.
Did I tell you yet? I’m my worst enemy.
All he wanted to do was talk but you know me, I don’t let anyone in ever. So I ruined it. I destroyed us. I destroyed the very last thing that actually made me happy.
Now I have nothing. I feel like I may go down this dark spiral or just do something crazy because I’m just fed up with myself and all the mistakes I’ve done in my life.
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