Yep. It's that time again for you guys to laugh at my expense! Hopefully, you guys can understand what has been going on after you read this. I'm still trying to type, but it's hard right now. I can't wait to see LogicalCabbage comments! Long live the Spam Queen!

So last Spring was my second year on our track team. It was more fun and eventful than my first year. Mostly, because I met someone special. Let's call her Faith. I was waiting for my running event, the 100 meter dash, but we were behind schedule because the people who were in charge of the Track meet had the IQ and speed of a Metapod. So I was waiting, chatting it up with a few people, some were from my team and some were strangers.

We started to form a circle and told jokes. Mostly racist and offensive ones. Then suddenly, a girl spoke up. She was from a different school, a couple of towns over. She made a joke or a reference to something that I only really understood. I laughed my ass off even though it wasn't that funny. We continued to tell jokes until I looked away for a second.

I looked back and the girl was gone. She had to go run her event. I didn't even know her name, but I was madly in love. We had so much in common. In the short moment of time we talked, I was head over heels.

I didn't see her until the next Track meet. It was by freak accident. I looked around once and she was three feet away from me. I had a silent freak out until I had the nerve to talk to her and ask for her number. I found out she had a boyfriend a few minutes later, and I was crushed. Some people from her team caught wind that I liked her and decided to ask her out for me without my consent.

I hate people who do that. Don't be those people.

I tried to explain to Faith that I didn't want those people to do that, and she was cool with it. The same people told me she was bisexual and tried to make it a big deal. I was like, "Meh. Don't care."

We sadly had to part ways once again until the next Track meet. We texted a little bit everyday, but I never made a move because I respected her boyfriend and their relationship. I told her this so she wouldn't get the wrong idea. And she told me she broke up with her boyfriend. I know I'm not suppose to be happy about that stuff, but I was over the moon! I had a chance!

We continued to text a little more frequently. We even hugged at the last Track meet. We started to flirt here and there. And sometimes, Faith would come to me with her problems. You see, Faith had ADHD which caused a lot of problems for her like depression and mood swings from her pills and just her condition in general.

I was there for her each and every time even when she didn't want to burden me. I was happy to help her, but after a while her secrets and problems started weighing me down. I carried on because I found the girl of my dreams.

I never really asked her out. We just acknowledged each other's feelings and became an item. We talked daily through the rest of school and the start of summer.

Neither of us had a car so we couldn't see each other. We made plans to meet up and go on dates. We were both super busy so we could never nail down a date. And her parents are also unhealthily overprotective so yeah.

Another thing about Faith is that she gets along with boys more than she does girls. I accepted that because I trusted her.

Faith also told these stories about crazy or bad things that happened to her. Some were pretty screwed up. These stories sometimes contradicted and made no sense. I didn't have the courage to question her though.

One day, she texted me; I couldn't reply for a few hours though. After apologizing, I asked, "What's up?"

She replied, "Playing video games and talking to Patrick."

Patrick was her ex.

I try not to be jealous because I've seen what being jealous does to people. But a bad feeling kept twisting inside me. I decided to question her later. We kept talking, and we started poking fun at each other. I made a joke about her dating a girl behind my back.

She knew it was a joke and replied saying that she did have a crush on a straight girl in her grade. I was just awestruck.

I knew Faith wouldn't cheat on me, but I still had a horrible feeling about it. In my book, it's okay to think someone else is hot or to like someone else, as long as you are fully devoted to your partner and it doesn't go beyond a little crush.

But you don't just say stuff like that to your boyfriend! I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to reply to something like that. She caught her mistake and realized I was her boyfriend.

She said something along the lines of "but you're the only one for me."

Something like this happened between Kay and I, but I was in the right both times!

I awkwardly carried on the conversation. All the bad feelings that were nagging at me disappeared as we kept talking through the weeks. Things were looking up! We finally became available, and we could start seeing each other again. I was so happy!

Before we saw each other, I decided to put all the doubts about her to rest. So I asked her if her stories were true or not.

It was a while before she replied. She sent me a long text. She said everything was true! Except for a couple of stories... the more screwed up ones. She said she was testing me to see if I loved her despite her flaws. Flaws that she made up--flaws that she conjured to screw with my head.

I loved her despite her mental conditions and her past yet that wasn't enough for her. She had to make it seem like her life was even more morbid and twisted.

I told her that I didn't trust her and that I couldn't believe she lied to me. She said she was fine with me not trusting her and continued to talk like lying to your boyfriend wasn't a big deal. I was furious.

I didn't reply to her for a couple of hours and thought about our relationship and my past one. I mentally gave her three strikes: talking to her boyfriend, her girl crush, and the lies.

I texted her, asking her why she would lie. She didn't need to.

She said that she lied to her friends about a lot of things. She thought these venomous stories would make people happy and laugh. They just concerned me. I cared too much apparently.

She told me to just stop talking to her because she would screw up my life even more. And she probably would have. I said goodbye. That's all I could muster.

She asked if we were cancelling our plans to hang out, not even knowing the damage she had done to me.

Of course we wouldn't see each other! What the hell was she thinking!? I told her that I can't be with her. Simple as that.

I kept reminding myself of the good things that came out of being single. No more lies! No more games! But a pain kept eating a way at me. I was played again. I was used. I told her all the shit she wanted to hear. I believed everything she told me. I would have done anything for her. And I did. Countless nights thinking about her, comforting her, being the best person for her. All of my classmates were happy with their significant others when I saw them. I wasn't.

I was having the time of my life with my friends a week ago. We were partying it up, making memories. I forgot about all my troubles, and my heart was lighter than ever. Until she texted me.

She asked me some stupid question about a meme. She broke my heart and that's all she says. I was livid.

I told her, "The hell does it matter?"

She obviously sensed my anger and said she wouldn't talk to me. But she texted me twenty minutes later! She said she wanted to be friends or to start over again. She said she had apologized "sooooo" many times and felt really bad. She had thrown in empty apologies in our last talk. And she said something about cutting herself or crying herself to sleep.

It wasn't my problem though. I didn't care what she did herself anymore. While we were still dating, I told her not to harm herself if something happened, and we weren't together. I thought she was bluffing as well. I didn't tell her about the pain she put me through. It wasn't worth the effort.

She wanted a second chance. I wanted to give her one, but I already gave her too many. My heart couldn't go through that again.

She probably just wanted the benefits of a relationship anyway.

We started arguing, and it pretty much ruined that amazing night. I didn't respond to her last text. I knew it was bait.

I thought I need her. I thought I need a relationship because everybody else was in one. But I know all I need are my friends IRL and on Wattpad, my wonderful, patient, devoted fans, and of course DANK MEMES!

So that's what my life has been. I've been pretty busy and just trying to enjoy summer. I swear to God, I'm going to get a chapter out on something by the end of the week. I've been also trying to write a book that I want published. But my imagination is so scattered, I have millions of ideas.

I think about the all cons about being with Faith, I think about the good things about being single, but it still hurts. I'm still hurting. I'm not depressed or angry anymore. But I'm not exactly myself either.

What do you guys think? Should I have ended it earlier? Did I overreact? Was I too harsh? Should I have given her another chance?

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