It all started freshman year. I craved attention from boys. I felt like I NEEDED a boyfriend. I rushed into the first relationship I could find. Bad idea. Dumped me because I wouldn’t have sex.

Sophomore year was a rough one. I was dating this piece of shit that I thought was the most amazing guy ever. Haha, no. I was so fucking wrong. He forced me to have sex with him, sat on my chest and shoved himself in my mouth when he wanted blowjobs, and told me he’d kill himself if I didnt send him nudes. One time, he even forced me to give him a hand job in the back of his mom’s van (his entire family was there with us). I found out on Christmas that he was cheating on my with like 30 girls. After that, I had my slut phase. I hooked up with a guy one day, and he ghosted me. After that, the guy that cheated on me sent out my gallery of nudes he forced me to send. I was bullied and harassed and my friends ditched me. I was so lonely I dated a guy just to have someone to talk to. He was a piece of shit. We dated for 10 days and he snuck into my house to have sex during the night (BAD IDEA. DONT DO IT.). I got caught. I was in deep deep shit. He became obsessed with me. I was getting stalked and he’d do anything to get me to talk to him. Rumors surfaced that I was pregnant. I met a guy though taekwondo later that month. We hit it off. I changed schools to be with him. I’m so much better now. I’m off my depression meds and I’ve never been happier.

Moral of the story: don’t be an idiot and rush things. Good things happen over time.