There I was waiting in the long, steadily moving lunch line at school. I was smiling and laughing with my friend. It was a regular Wednesday, just like any other. My phone was in my hand and I felt a sudden vibration. I looked at my phone to read a text message that my beloved boyfriend had sent me. It said "I don 't think this is working." As I read each word, I felt my heart crumbling to pieces. I had never felt such excruciating pain within my chest. I couldn 't believe the words that I had just read, the thought of him not wanting me anymore. I could not fathom the idea. All that I wanted to do in that moment was to curl up into a little sad ball and die.
I moved through the line and received the food I knew I would not be able to eat. …show more content…
I did not have a boyfriend. I had never even imagined the possibility that a boy could ever want me. I was a sad, lonely girl and all of my days were bad, tear-filled days. I didn 't like myself, nor anything else, very much at all. The time before I had gotten a boyfriend was the absolute worst point in my life and the worst I had ever felt towards everything in my life; The loneliest and saddest I had ever been. As I had mentioned before, all days were bad days, but one special Monday was different. On this Monday, September 1st, I had had the pleasure of coming across a strange boy.
Right from the beginning, talking to him turned my reoccurring bad days into good days. Each day was filled with smiling rather than my usual crying. The days went on this way, and those days turned into a month, then four. I was in love with this strange boy. It seems so silly to fall in love after just four months, four months of being four hours apart and only having the phone to …show more content…
It was as if I were finding the keys to doors within myself that held my happiness behind them, waiting to be opened. I started to love these little things about myself. I started to appreciate my facial features, down to every freckle and blemish. My body was something I had been very unhappy with from an early age. It was something I had always thought of as being revolting and hideous, but suddenly it was something that I had started to love.
I was actually becoming content with who I was. I picked up different hobbies to keep me distracted, all of which soon became my most important interests. I began reading more, and painting more. I started going outside rather than choosing to stay cooped up in my bed. I even bought a bicycle and it brings me more joy than any long, warm, and foamy bubble bath with bubbles the scent of lavender, something I love very
I moved through the line and received the food I knew I would not be able to eat. …show more content…
I did not have a boyfriend. I had never even imagined the possibility that a boy could ever want me. I was a sad, lonely girl and all of my days were bad, tear-filled days. I didn 't like myself, nor anything else, very much at all. The time before I had gotten a boyfriend was the absolute worst point in my life and the worst I had ever felt towards everything in my life; The loneliest and saddest I had ever been. As I had mentioned before, all days were bad days, but one special Monday was different. On this Monday, September 1st, I had had the pleasure of coming across a strange boy.
Right from the beginning, talking to him turned my reoccurring bad days into good days. Each day was filled with smiling rather than my usual crying. The days went on this way, and those days turned into a month, then four. I was in love with this strange boy. It seems so silly to fall in love after just four months, four months of being four hours apart and only having the phone to …show more content…
It was as if I were finding the keys to doors within myself that held my happiness behind them, waiting to be opened. I started to love these little things about myself. I started to appreciate my facial features, down to every freckle and blemish. My body was something I had been very unhappy with from an early age. It was something I had always thought of as being revolting and hideous, but suddenly it was something that I had started to love.
I was actually becoming content with who I was. I picked up different hobbies to keep me distracted, all of which soon became my most important interests. I began reading more, and painting more. I started going outside rather than choosing to stay cooped up in my bed. I even bought a bicycle and it brings me more joy than any long, warm, and foamy bubble bath with bubbles the scent of lavender, something I love very