In the 7th grade, I had my first boyfriend. I didn’t like him like that at all, he was he was a bit odd and all but I had only ever liked him as a friend. But me being me, I told him yes and dated him. And it wasn’t for the heck of it, it was cause of 3 main things:
*I don’t know how to say no, I didn’t want to hurt him, and I pitied him.
The abosult pity was overwhelming me so, haha, he got a yes. And not only that, but he told me he was a bit suicidal and would cut his thighs so I was really concerned with his mental health. Is still feel bad about this though.
(I still talk to him though, I like to check up on him every once in awhile. He’s even got another girlfriend and came out as Pansexual! He’s a good kid, really :3)
