My sweet sixteen.

This is legit, the past day of my life.

     My sweet sixteen(tomorrow) will be spent with me single because my boyfriend didn't bother trying to find out what bothered me, anything about me. We were together for almost 2 months, and he had no idea about anything about me. I knew all about him. Where he lived, what he did, about his past, but he never asked me about mine.
     I hate that I broke up with him, but he didn't bother trying to know me at all. He claimed he loved me, faults and all, but he didn't KNOW my faults. He didn't know anything between what made me who I am, to my favourite shade of colour. He didn't even know that breaking up with him hurt me probably as much as it hurt him.
     What I hate even more, is that someone who is supposed to care about me, was happy he and I broke up, and that I was upset. What bothers me a lot is that she is supposed to be my friend, and she wouldn't shut up when I said I didn't want to talk about it.

Reviews

[Kate Hunter]

good job. I know how it feels with this kind of pain you feel. But you've found what I think is the best way to cope with it. Tell others. Happy Birthday.

[Glarthir]

I'll always be there for you to talk to, so keep your head up :) Happy Birthday, by the way. Make this s**t epic for you, because I sure as hell will be trying.