Simple. One morning, I woke up. I wasn't hurting bad. I was freed from the hurting and crying and punishing myself. It's a november then. I was devastated the week before our 6th month "over-ness". There was a scouting club camping, I am the senior patrol leader for all girl scouts. And He was..for the boys. :| I was really sad. I felt hard with breathing. Can't smile. He's also I think a bit sad, though he's happy. :| I was angry. Mad. I can't accept the hell Ive been dealing with for the past months. I felt betrayed, why is he happy? Don't I deserve to be happy? I was all skinny and I can't smile. I can't flash a "happy" smile. :| I was living a different life. Then just before going home after the event (it's a 2 day event). A junior senior Boy scout approached me. (we actually know each other. But never ever said hellos for years) He said I'm pretty, He asked for my number. He wrote a letter. (He is very cute and awesome btw) ;]
When I got home, I was soo tired I fell asleep with my dirty clothes on. 6pm, my brother woke me up and told me a GUY is looking for me and has asked permission if we could go out that NIGHT. I was soooo shocked. :)) He filled the space. patched things up. We were happy. :)
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anyway, I am narrating such loooooooooooong story here Yo. :)) Whatever.