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Do you want to explain?
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I was 14 years old, it was my first romantic relationship. I was so taken with the fact that she liked me back that I sped up things only to realize that I didn't really like her. It wasn't a relationship that steamed in a healthy and natural way, there were a lot of third parties involved that pressured the relationship. We met at a birthday party, I thought she was cute and funny and I messaged her first, so it all started because of me. Her friends were really trying to push the relationship forward, so they didn't help things (they even stalked me once on my way to home), it was more of a forced relationship. I should have taken things slower, I remember saying all kind of cheesy and awkward things because I was in love, so I filled her with false hopes. I said a lot of stupid things in this relationship, I probably thought I was in a romance novel or some shit. She wrote me hundred of messages everyday to the point that became unbearable, that's when I started to become more annoyed by her than anything, she even messaged with me from a fake account. I realized that I wasn't in love anymore but I was afraid of telling her, so I delayed the thing for some time. But one day I decided to tell her that I didn't like her anymore. She didn't accept it at first, she was having a hard time. Then we came to a mutual understanding of both side and we "broke up" in good terms, (even tho we were never together) But she kept messaging me, saying how she cut herself and telling about her bad situation with her family, I tried to help her, but my advices were like movies level, so dumb motivational quotes, I also said dumb shit like "you have to move on" "We weren't right for each other". So it continued this way, I didn't like that she continued to message me, it was overwhelming but I felt very guilty so I kept it that way. The final straw was when she came at my school with her friends searching for me, I was so creeped out that when I went home I decided to block her contacts and cut off all communications. She then reached out on sms telling understandably I was an asshole, her friends told me to jump from a building and I felt bad, she was crying reading our conversations with her friends. That was the end. But she didn't stop looking for me, even after a year she tried to follow me back on my socials like on twitter and every time I blocked her. One day one of her friends asked me if we could meet up to clarify some things, but I refused because I didn't have the courage to confront her. I feel so guilty for what happened, because It was all because of me. My immature behavior caused her a lifetime of pain. I was responsible for someone's suffering, I had become the bad guy of someone else's story. Maybe she wanted to meet up with me so she could get some closure and move on, but I never gave her that chance because I'm a coward. But it's too late anyway.
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@Nameless000 This is only my side of the story so it's probably very biased.
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@Nameless000 No, sounds like the young lady had other mental health issues herself. I used to cut and I can tell you sometimes people do it to make you feel bad, but it isn’t your fault, 14 is just very young and you both were not ready
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@Nameless000 She was being manipulative by cutting
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@Nameless000 Honestly, I don’t think you’ve done anything wrong.
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@Anonymous I think I expressed my words incorrectly, she didn't specifically wrote me to tell me that she cut herself because of me, it was one of the things she mentioned to me while venting a bit about her struggles; I don't think it was her intention to make me feel bad. But you're right about her having some mental health issues, but I was a piece of shit too because at the time, after we "broke up" I just told my friends that she was crazy.
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@Nameless000 You are so young. I’d just forgive yourself.
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@Anonymous I can't
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I really didn't know anything about love.
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