Tales of a broken heart

Final part

Bolu got into my head, I fell into his trap.
He just wanted a good time, nothing more... But I didn't realise earlier.
I told him that I might have developed feelings for him but he just laughed and told me he didn't want anything like that.
I should have killed my feelings but I didn't till I let him break my hymen. After that, it seemed like everything was good, we did it again and again.
I brought it up again, this time around I told him that I couldn't help myself, I couldn't stop having these feelings for him. The fool told me that I wasn't attractive for keep, he said that I was only attractive for fun.
That same night I cried my eyes out, trashed my room. I kept pulling my hair and I needed something to just make me forget. And at that moment the only thing I could lay my hands on was a blade.... Yes, I started cutting my wrist again. I did this every night, the scars I left behind are just a constant reminder and since there was no one to stop me, I kept cutting my wrist.
That wasn't enough.
I somehow laid my hands on weed (don't ask me how I got them).
I would lock my door (I didn't have a roommate) and smoke, cut my wrist and sleep off.

This isn't anyone's fault, it's my fault that I let my heart fall in love, it's my fault that I needed someone to fill that vacuum my Dad left.
Now I can't bring myself to love anyone because I'm scared that I'll be rejected again. I haven't told anyone about this before and it's eating me up inside, the only available method is to just leave myself anonymous and share my story.
I don't want to get judged and I don't want pity.
I'll try to fix myself and stop smoking.
Thanks for listening.



This is the last part of Tade's story. Sad right?
She never got to witness the good part of love and I hope she gets to because she deserves it. From all I've gathered she seems like someone who would love with all her heart. Tade remains anonymous.
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