The story was we broke up.
I went to my dad's after and stayed there for a while thinking.
Would anyone care if I died. Would anyone miss me. I hate myself. I should just die.
I mean other girls said I should after the brake up I got notes from my desk like YOU WHORE or BITCH or even YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM BECAUSE YOUR A PLAYER!
The truth was I didn't he did but I feel like it's my fault. Why do I have to live in a world of hated. A world of lies. FRIENDS DONT LIE!
I don't blame him I blame myself.
I am not going to use names in here because......
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I will tell you in the next one it will be short btw
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I just wanted to die I got close to and ended up just burning myself I didn't die.
I got a text from him.
He said that he was wondering why I wasent at school.
I asked him a question
Why did you brake up with me?
He said.........
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Hey here is the next chapter I will tell you why I won't be naming anyone in the next chapter okay bye loves.
