See I don't use this blog anymore but not going to lie it has been interesting being able to read through all my hardships at the age of 14.
Now I can honestly say things are better.
Well I mean I'm a better person.
Not better but without a doubt a better person.
Adam. Fml.
That dreadful time in which I was obsessed with the kid. Well I'm not so much a lesbian anymore but admittedly a proud pansexual and I am so happy that I've actually discovered this.
Anyhow, Adam is my most recent ex.
I ended up going out with him of course, almost lasted for two months.
What happened?
Can I even bear to list the events.
Well I have a lot more exes than three.
I have several.
Let's start from the first.
1. Crystal
2. Shannen
3. A.K
4. Molly
5. Abi
6. Becky
7. Harley
8. Harriet
9. Shelby
10. Yasmin
11. Adam
Those are my exes.
Basically the whole ordeal with Adam was just pathetic.
Like during the month of October I attempted to turn my life around, not completely but enough so people could see that I was trying. Enough for people to actually be proud of me for once.
I did very well. Moving in to my own flat and settling in. I spent the first week being obsessed with housework therefore didn't even leave the house and my one concern was the dishes in the sink.
Back when things were calm. During this time I was given quite a lot of trouble by an immature, repulsive individual. This bitch decided to threaten those I cared about, Adam in the process. Of course she's got nothing to her name, she's a brainless zombie who is legitimately better of dead. I despise her existence but not for reasons to do with Adam but she was partially to blame.
See everything would've been okay if she didn't open her fat mouth threatening to go after 'Adam'.
Of course I told him, as a good girlfriend I didn't want to wait until something happened and instead made him aware.
He got all defensive and blamed me for him being dragged into my business but I played no part in doing so.
See I didn't fight back to the bitch, no I remained the mature one. I did everything in my power to be the bigger person and I was.
Then out of the blue Adam suddenly decided to accuse me of refusing to tell him two of the bitches male friends were after him. Something that I wasn't aware of at all.
So we argued. Fuck me we argued. He complained saying that he didn't think he could trust me and neither did he want to take the risk. For one that was pathetic in itself because logically everything is a risk and relationships are also risks.
Then he commented on how he couldn't deal with my 'criminal lifestyle' referring to my old self.
So he broke up with me.
I attempted to reconcile with him as he was very eager for us to remain friends but unfortunately for him he did hurt me. Therefore when someone hurts me for a stupid reason I have no choice but to hate them.
I can't even control the hate involved, it's a new defense mechanism I've discovered throughout the course of my previous relationships. Especially after Harley.
Harley is a long story so I'm not going into that entire prospect of things.
Anyhow I shall update later to continue my little update.
Well it's now 2017 and I'm still fucked up yet I'm actually thriving. Go me I guess.
#nomotivation #satincollege
Now I can honestly say things are better.
Well I mean I'm a better person.
Not better but without a doubt a better person.
Adam. Fml.
That dreadful time in which I was obsessed with the kid. Well I'm not so much a lesbian anymore but admittedly a proud pansexual and I am so happy that I've actually discovered this.
Anyhow, Adam is my most recent ex.
I ended up going out with him of course, almost lasted for two months.
What happened?
Can I even bear to list the events.
Well I have a lot more exes than three.
I have several.
Let's start from the first.
1. Crystal
2. Shannen
3. A.K
4. Molly
5. Abi
6. Becky
7. Harley
8. Harriet
9. Shelby
10. Yasmin
11. Adam
Those are my exes.
Basically the whole ordeal with Adam was just pathetic.
Like during the month of October I attempted to turn my life around, not completely but enough so people could see that I was trying. Enough for people to actually be proud of me for once.
I did very well. Moving in to my own flat and settling in. I spent the first week being obsessed with housework therefore didn't even leave the house and my one concern was the dishes in the sink.
Back when things were calm. During this time I was given quite a lot of trouble by an immature, repulsive individual. This bitch decided to threaten those I cared about, Adam in the process. Of course she's got nothing to her name, she's a brainless zombie who is legitimately better of dead. I despise her existence but not for reasons to do with Adam but she was partially to blame.
See everything would've been okay if she didn't open her fat mouth threatening to go after 'Adam'.
Of course I told him, as a good girlfriend I didn't want to wait until something happened and instead made him aware.
He got all defensive and blamed me for him being dragged into my business but I played no part in doing so.
See I didn't fight back to the bitch, no I remained the mature one. I did everything in my power to be the bigger person and I was.
Then out of the blue Adam suddenly decided to accuse me of refusing to tell him two of the bitches male friends were after him. Something that I wasn't aware of at all.
So we argued. Fuck me we argued. He complained saying that he didn't think he could trust me and neither did he want to take the risk. For one that was pathetic in itself because logically everything is a risk and relationships are also risks.
Then he commented on how he couldn't deal with my 'criminal lifestyle' referring to my old self.
So he broke up with me.
I attempted to reconcile with him as he was very eager for us to remain friends but unfortunately for him he did hurt me. Therefore when someone hurts me for a stupid reason I have no choice but to hate them.
I can't even control the hate involved, it's a new defense mechanism I've discovered throughout the course of my previous relationships. Especially after Harley.
Harley is a long story so I'm not going into that entire prospect of things.
Anyhow I shall update later to continue my little update.
Well it's now 2017 and I'm still fucked up yet I'm actually thriving. Go me I guess.
#nomotivation #satincollege