I’ve had the shittiest luck with guys. It’s not that I can’t get one, it’s that I can’t keep one. Let’s go through the ex’s shall we…
He was a great guy, I was an awkward girl. We stood around, didn’t talk, and I wouldn’t even kiss him. It was tragic, and he broke up with me by saying that I’m a whore and I should never talk to him again.
Sweet kid, but it wasn’t feeling right. And now he transferred to Hanover, and there’s no feelings left, but I feel bad for ever hurting him. First and last time I ever dumped somebody, felt too bad about it.
He was just a fucking douche bag All he saw me as was another girl to try and get with. I wouldn’t fuck him so he cheated on me and then ultimately dumped me.
I refuse to even get started on this, he gets me so heated. He didn’t ask me out. He TOLD me we were dating. Didn’t give me a decision. He made me a hurt someone that meant a lot to me, accused me of cheating, his ex made my life hell, and I wasted three months of my life trying to get him back while I was just hurting myself. He put me in a depression, and still gives me shit for everything. Asshole award goes to you man.
We weren’t even really dating, it was just a lable that nobody but us knew about. You dumped me on the day my grandma died, so I have no respect for you. Leave me alone.
Finally, my current boy. Everything between us forever felt too good to be true. & I was right, it was. You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. You make my heart melt, we never argue, it’s all smiles with you. But Lyceum ruined us, you never have time, you’ve pushed me away so much, I thought you were the love of my life. What the hell is going on. Now you’re pretty much avoiding me, and I’m trying to set things straight. Hopefully we’ll reconnect later in life, but right now it’s just not ok.