Now about two weeks later I'm about to go to the fair with that same friend, and this is when my boyfriend randomly asks me for an open relationship. I told him no, I said that I don't do that shit. This is when he says he can't do it anymore and that we were done. I call my friend who I was about to hang out with crying my eyes out. She tries to make me feel better but I just can't. This is when my now ex sends me a screen recording of my friend and his conversation, this is where I see her calling him Daddy, and that she was better and to leave me for her. He was also sitting there saying that she was right that she is better.
My heart sank, I trusted my friend and ex to be around each other. I let that bitch in and instead she stabbed me in the heart. Damn. I text my friend and I tell her to come get her shit, and to never speak to me again. This is when she starts to dent everything, but after I sent her proof she has no words. I threw her shit on my front porch, went upstairs to my room and didn't come out for the rest of the night. I started to feel things I've never felt before. More depressed then usual. Started to not want to be here anymore.
If I grabbed scissors from downstairs or a knife my parents or siblings would be disturbed. So I found an unsharpened pencil. I sat on my bed, and take the end of the pencil and I start to dig it into my wrist, now it hurt at first but then it became numb. I didn't feel a damn thing. Afterwards I would just sit lay on my bed looking at the ceiling forgetting about where I am. Wishing that I was dead instead. Thinking that nobody would miss my ugly, stupid, fat ass.
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Mystery / Thriller*WARNING TALKS ABOUT SUICIDE AND OTHER TRIGGERING THINGS, DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE EASILY TRIGGERED OR EMOTIONAL* This story includes me talking a little about my Trauma, and some of the things I've gone through since I was a kid. There will be some de...
