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 I'm a 17 year-old girl. Let's just say my childhood was....difficult. But I don't usually write about that, so I'll tell you about what I do write about. About a year or two ago, I met this guy. This amazing, perfect guy. (And he was pretty sodding cute too). He told me he liked me over facebook....probably a warning sign that he couldn't say it in person....but I was enthralled. I lost my breath. It was THE single most wonderful moment of my life. And he was at church, so he had to be good right? I fell in love. Head over heels in love. He was so sweet. He made me feel like I was something special. He put me on a pedestal. Then he drove a hammer into it. He stopped paying attention to me. I asked what was wrong and he wouldn't tell me. I was terrified I was losing him. I tried to be more affectionate, but it didn't seem to matter. I tried changing all sorts of things. It didn't matter. I asked a friend to talk to him, since he obviously was not going to tell me. He told me a week later that he didn't like me. Or rather, I dragged it out of him. I asked him if he had changed his mind about me and he turned away and nodded. I told him I understood, in an effort to get away quickly. I really didn't understand a thing. Why had he changed his mind? What had I done? How could I be so stupid as to screw this one up for myself? I ws heartbroken. Like an addict looking for their next high, I searched desperately for someone else who could make me feel that way again. I found someone, and he made me feel even better, although I couldn't meet him at the moment. I could only secretely email him. My best friend emily was our courier. I emailed her, she sent it to him. And vice versa. Long story short, he was a modern-day romeo, and my heart was his, then it was over again. I've tried to find another...succeeded once, but then he changed his mind too. That's why I'm here. I need a place to vent. To share the poems, songs, and stories I've written. The stories will have nothing to do with the guys in my life most of the time...unless you over examine it. Most of my poetry and songs will be about Frankie. That's the first guy I found. Joseph was romeo, and Jonathan was the last. I know, it may seem weird that I'm still not over a guy I met two years ago, but the thing is: He's was my first love. I loved him - and still do - with all my heart. Then he dropped me like a rock. It meant nothing to him that he had changed his mind about me, nothing more than if he had just changed his mind about what shirt he would wear today. But to me it meant everything. It meant I had just lost the best thing that ever happened to me. And to top that all off, I still have to see him every wednesday night. Flirting with other girls, falling in love with them, gloating that "he has, like, seven" and telling me how in love he is with his latest victim. I'm still looking for someone to love. I've never been kissed. Never been held, never been caressed. I've never so much as held a guy's hand. I feel like a bloody nun! Not that there is anything wrong with that, but that's just not the coarse I want to take. Of coarse, if I really felt like a nun, I wouldn't feel so heart broken...

Btw, NO I AM NOT A FRIGGIN PREP!!! I AM EMO FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!! Thank you.

Still accepting reading request, but only for poetry.

I wanna thank all of my fans for your wonderful support, because without you and your support, I could never have made it as far as I have. I would have given up a long time ago, had you all not convinced me I had talent. Thank you.