Just another heartbreak

What is this? It’s just another heartbreak. There’s tons of them out there, but now you’re reading mine. Why? Why are you reading my about my heartbreak? I think it’s stupid to even read about heartbreaks. I would have preferred to live in the world made of rainbows and fairytales. But maybe, just maybe reading my story will help inspire you. Inspire you to never hold your heart in high hopes.

As sad as that sounds, it’s exactly what I aim to do. And if you do not like heartbreak, or stories that end in tears then don’t listen to mine, because it would do nothing but bring down your spirit.

I had known her since I was eight years old, and we hated each other. I was more of a tomboy and I did my best to wreak havoc on those that I disliked. And so, I wreaked havoc on her. To picture me, I was your average eight year old tomboy with large shorts just running past the knee, a loose shirt, hair tied back loosely with a backwards baseball cap. Her, she was the picture of girly perfection then. When we were eight, she was your average girl who wore cute and frilly dresses to school and smiled nicely for all the adults to see. We were complete opposites, and we hated each other.

I didn’t know at the time the real reason for the annoyed hatred that I felt for her. There was just something about her that made me want to dip her ponytail her ink, or want to throw mud at her new shoes. She angered me and got to me, and I didn’t have the slightest clue why. I didn’t understand why this girl, who hadn’t really done anything to me, got under my skin so much just for playing around with other people. But at the time, I didn’t care, the point is that she did, and I would maker her pay for it.

Though the thing was, I started to see that there was something else other then annoyance. Well, that’s not entirely true. Most of it was annoyance, but it was the reason for the annoyance. I was annoyed when she smiled at anyone, boys and girls, hell I was annoyed when she smiled at the teacher. So in my annoyance, I decided that I’d make sure that she didn’t smile at anyone by making her life miserable. It didn’t really work but another thing came dawning on me. It wasn’t long after that I realized that I was gay. How? Well, my mom told me something about boys liking to tease girls that they liked, and that’s when I realized that the things I did to her were not to make her cry and hate me, but were to catch her attention in any way possible, even if it meant hating me.