day 265

My sophomore year boyfriend was the epitome of the worst first boyfriend. He was the first boy to ever   let me know that I am no where near perfect. One time before school, I told him I didn't want him to walk me to class. He smashed all my things against a brick building. It was the first time I didn't cry over him. I wasn't scared of him anymore. I broke up with him. A few days later, I avoided him before school. We shared lockers. He caught me before I ran off. Said, why can't I have my last kiss?

I slapped him.