I remember how I used to laugh and not fake it. I remember how I would be excited to wake up and feeling of a new day. I miss how I proud of myself I would get when I would get a good grade at school. How my past had no way of catching up to me, or at least I thought. He messaged me today, he told me I never did anything for him except make him suffer and regret me. I was called every name in the book today, I wish my past didnt effect me the way it does now, but it does. I regret it everyday. Maybe I do deserve being called those horrible names. The worst part wasn’t being called those perverted names, or him telling me he regrets me ( I can handle that). I cant handle I don’t know what I want or better yet need. I guess I have to keep myself hidden, yet again.