Day 2

Day 2 on my I have no idea how long blog. I will start with part of my story.

7th grade: I met my best friend, had my first boyfriend, one of my friends started to become my worst enemy, I completely changed. my change from 6th to 7th grade was the biggest. in 6th grade I was very quiet and kept to my self most of the time except for one friend. In seventh grade I was surrounded by friends but none that ever really listened. they all just wanted the funny side of the story or the joking side. I really needed someone to talk to. At this time I was very open to talk to anyone and everyone, no fear of what they would say, with nothing to hide, and nothing bad to say. In seventh grade I began to swear, and I have not stopped since. Almost every word that came out of my mouth was a swear. In seventh grade middle of the year I met my best friend through the girl that would soon become my worst enemy. At first I did not think we would ever become friends, but now we are in separable. She was a CCOCD (color coordinated obsessive compulsive) person. She always matched her clothes, and always followed every rule. She got all good grades, and never swore. She mostly hung out with other people back then and thought I was strange and outspoken. Even she could not have seen us as friends back then. slowly but surely she began to hang out with me and some of my friends. 3rd quarter: I found out that two of my very close friends had been sneaking out, and decided to join them. we were 3 of a kind literally inseparable. when ever we felt alone we would hang out just us three, and when I could not it was just them two. Valentines day I had a party witch ended with me and my best boy friend becoming my boyfriend. he was one of the three of us sneaking out so we spent a lot of time together. By the end of the year drama had begun between me and my friend who had introduced me and my best friend, and the girl who is now my best friend became my best friend. She had said her first swear word, snuck out with us for the first time. In 7th grade I cut myself for the first time. why? For the first time I felt pressured by my parents, for the first time I got grounded, for the first time I felt actual emotional pain. For the first time I was kissed in 7th grade by my first boyfriend, the last time I would see him before I left for New York , and the last time I would see him as my boyfriend. A week before my birthday, over text message, while I was watching a movie he asked if we could talk. I left the room and tried to call him but he ignored it several times. He texted and said "I don't think we should go out anymore" I saw that and the phone fell from my hand, and hit the ground with a thud, along with the phone a single tear followed by another, and another. I cried for a long time that night seeking comfort that never came not even from my best friend who did not answer or find out until the next day because she fell asleep. So I sat alone crying because my first relationship of several months had ended. So my seventh grade ended with me having my first boyfriend, my best friend, seeking out, swearing, cutting my hair short, getting grounded, and cutting myself.