okay, so I LOVE this guy, right.

I dated him in seventh grade, only for a week though. He wasn't interested anymore. After I healed from the wound, I still loved him. So I asked him out again and again, always getting my heart broken till one day I thought I had a chance.

My friend asked him for me and I asked out a boy for her. She called me after school, leaving a message saying.

"Hey I got good newwss call me back."

So, I'm thinking, he said yes to me!!! FINALLY!

Cause if you were calling a girl who you asked a guy out for saying you got good news, shouldn't it be for her, not you or both.

But it was the other way around. I dropped the phone. Tears poured. Poured and poured.

So I gave up on him, but became desperate for comfort. My family life was falling apart. I became distand from friends, colors turned black and hey, I got a myspace in the process.

I guess it's true, teenage love is dangerous.

Here's why.

I found a guy, well three. All used the same screen name, I dated them all. So did two of my friends. I lost friends, lost most of my family and was forced to do things. No I was not raped, thank pete. But I HAD to do other things. Either that or he threatend rape. I started to cut myself. Everytime I think of that guy, I cut.

See, I never told him that that happend cause of him. It did, I was so desperate after this boy that I dated a sex predator.

Now were best friends. The sex predator is out of my life.

I've been talking to the boy, and he sounds like he likes me ALOT but this is him I'm talking about. He's wicked nice and flirty, so he could just be being nice. You know?

Well, any advice?