So just before the lockdown began I got with my first boyfriend - I get attached way to easily - everything was going great until I was getting into bed and got a snap from him. The dreaded “we need to talk”. He said he thought we should take a break, at the time I was honestly devastated, I loved him. He barely explained anything and just said “sorry” and didn’t talk to me for ages. Now me, coming out my FIRST ever relationship that didn’t even last a month, thought ‘my life is over’. He spoke to me a few time’s recently (quite horny). I broke and I sent him things. I thought this would help me get him back. This happened a few times. But it always was “peng” or stuff like that that he said. It’s lovely and all that, but to me the word “peng” makes me feel like a bunch of roadmen outside maccies are yelling at me. It probably sounds silly but I want to be called ‘beautiful’ or gorgeous’. I don’t know if that makes me sound stuck up or not? It just didn’t feel proper. Fast forward to around these two weeks. The contact had been really really limited. Today he messaged me and we sent. I guess I thought ‘one more time won’t hurt? maybe I’ll get him back’ After this I sat up and thought: “Fuck this, Fuck that and fuck him” When he had asked to go on a break, it sounded better then breaking up, you know - we’d get back together. Today was the first time I thought to my self, “breaks are a load of bullshit.”.

I really looked into my emotions today. I’m young - I have my whole damn life ahead of me, one boyfriend in my teenage years. What’s that gonna mean to me in 10 years? When I’m working my dream job, living my best life.

So in conclusion my loves, if it’s not good for you - fuck it.

#FuckItForChris. - Skins gen 1