I am a kid who's parents were full blooded American missionaries in Ecuador, a South American country, and lived there for eight years. I had to move to the U.S. because of my sister's learning disabilities, and had a VERY hard time adjusting. Everyone made fun of me, I was quiet, and cried a lot. Then things cleared up for about 2 years until I went to a private school by the name of Countryside Montessori, and found a girl who I thought was my soul mate, even though she flirted with every guy in class, and was posing like she was emo. She was using it as a fashion statement more than personality. For personality she was more of a whore. It turned out that when I told her she pretended like she liked me back and evaded my questioning until a few weeks later after she had made enough profit off of me and taking some of my artwork with her, and tore up my heart into a million little pieces. I was destroyed, and eventually got so depressed, I decided i was going to kill myself, but before i did, I had to tell her, to see if she really cared, and I told her, but then she said,"What, do you expect an apology?". I despise people like that, and if you happen to be one of them, don't even bother to talk to me, because I already hate you, and people like are a business for making broken hearts. I later realized she had used other people too, in fact, most of her friends that tried to console me said that they had had multiple run ins with her. No one realizes t, but time doesn't mend a broken heart, but they expect it to. It's been 8 months now, atleast. So many I can't even keep track. Ironically now i'm emo because of a person posing like she was emo. I have found my soul mate though, but there will always be a scar left on my heart because of that.

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