After me and this mentally abusive boy had reached our end point, 11 months, i broke up with him. Let me go back to why.

I had been broken up with by a boy i loved dearly, but betrayed him, i cheated. I don't know why so there is no explanation for that. I met, lets call him "******", from a friend, he was sitting in the corner of the room. The room was messy, my friend was a boy, he had invited me to smoke with him. Im as you could say, flirtatious. I relentlessly texted the boy in the corner cause i knew his name. i told him he looked cute, and now that i look back at it, i don't know if i really thought he did or not.

We started dating, and things were great of course in the beginning, school had just started, i had my first job. I had always felt little, or something tugging at me. I felt like i had to retreat to him always. I stopped hanging out with people, as he didn't like most of my friends and wouldn't let me see them. I had stopped going on walks and doing photography, because he didn't feel like walking, and just wanted me to sit t home with him. I stopped guitar cause i was never home.

I was truly getting smaller, and the feeling of being little made sense.