What’s the point of living? I seem to ask myself that every day and most of the time I don’t have the answer. Now I do.
I was in 9th grade when i had my first boyfriend and didnt know him either. We had talked to each other for less than a day and some how he liked me. The shy girl in the back of the classroom that no one talked to. That day when he had asked me to be his girlfriend I had changed. I’m not sure if it was for the better or for the worse. I feel like it’s for the worse but im not sure.
After 3 days of dating him he had broke my heart into 2. Call me crazy if you want but I had never had the closest feeling of even liking someone. When he had done that I started to build my walls. I did what he had done to me. I would make sure to have a guy basically in the palm of my hands and break his heart. So why do i do this to everyone else because one dumbass guy played with my heart. But thats the thing over the years i started to get out there more. I had gotten prettier but when that dumbass wanted me back i would be his once again and act like nothing had ever happen like he hasnt hurt me over and over again. I was in 11th grade now everyone was already whispering behind my back calling me a slut. Theo had went around telling people had sent him nudes. Did I? Ya i did and i regret it so much he had tooken screenshots and went around showing everyone in the school. Anyone who didnt believe him, believed that I would do that he had the pictures to prove it. He sent them to any guy that wanted to see them they took screenshots. It was like a cockroach as hard i tried to get rid of it, it would come back. I couldn’t do anything about either what can do he’s the sherrifs son plus i would get introuble with him, so i gave up i just denied and told everyone that he probably got from some other girl or off the internet and said it was me. Only one person believed me i could tell becasue when i told everyone else i could see in there eyes that they thought that im the girl who is a disgusting slut.
A couple months it had finally died down a little more people started to believe me. But that was the time that dumbass wanted me back once again and i was his nothing new really but i had tried s had convicing myself i wouldn’t take him back guess i didnt try hard enough. Leo the guy i have been calling a dumbass the whole time i believed he changed. He was sweeter kinder towards me. But everyone wheres a mask. In the end they take it off eventually and show who they truely are, there true colors. 3weeks in our relationship he had said he loved me. My walls weren’t going to come down anymore for him so all i said was “What the fuck really?”. He didn’t answer back i could see why what are you supposed to say. Next day he proved once more he hadn’t changed he told all my friends i had been talking shit saying that i hated them and that i thought they were annoying. I lost my true friends. So now i alone again. Why should i keep sticking up with people shit likes his. He had made me so mad, so angry, now im fucking done. I told him that we were over i walked off. He kept asking why but im sure that deep down he knew.
I want that shy quiet girl back so that was my start. Now i had to explain to my friends what had really happened. I was getting so tired of people judging everyone without ever getting the whole story, what can i say though i do the same thing sometimes. So why do we do this to everyone why do we hurt or break other people? So we can feel better. I’m going to fix the things i know i can fix. But first i need to start with myself. Get my grades back up, be as innocent as I can, and help everone else who used to be like me who had no friends get them talk laugh smile.
This is the beginning of something better not the end.
Drama
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I enjoyed reading your short story. You started your writing with a very powerful and commonly asked question. This is a very strong start because it makes people want to keep reading to find out the answer. After starting to read you writing, I wanted to keep reading to find out what happened. This is a great skill to have as a writer, because you always want people to want to keep reading your work. You want to keep people entertained, and that is exactly what you did with this piece.
My only critique is your grammar. There are a lot of grammatical errors in this piece, especially run-on sentences. If you correct these errors, and write clearer and more concise sentences, your writing will be easier to read
I don’t understand why people feel the need to break other’s down either. I think you are right. I think it has to do with making themselves feel better a lot of the time. The reality is that people who make fun of others are often very insecure about themselves. Of course, that is absolutely no excuse to hurt other people. It’s complicated. I like the focus at the end about fixing yourself. I think it’s very important when something like this happens, that we take care and try to rebuild ourselves. The damage that a situation like this can do can be traumatic and can ultimately affect our self-esteem. It really can be the beginning of something better and that’s a good way of thinking about it. I must agree with kendallmccormick about the grammar though. It can be improved so that it’s not so distracting to the reader. Otherwise, this is a very good piece. Good job!
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