I've had the most awful past few days.
For starters I had to go off my anti-depressants for a while because I couldn't get a refill without suppose to be seeing my doctor first, so my mood is all over the place. I had a gallbladder attack and was prescribed vicodin and it ALWAYS has made my crash hard after taking it even once (I've had other medical things that were painful enough to have it prescribed). Well a couple of weeks ago I met this guy at this restaurant and I thought he was kind of cute, even though I knew he was relatively older than me. We made small talk and I went back the next couple of weeks and eventually asked if I could add him on facebook. He let me.
We started texting back and forth and at first it was truly innocent, what's up, how are you, what kind of music do you like, etc, etc. But slowly it started evolving. He asked me how old I was, am I turning 18 (I'm 16), am I a virgin, etc, etc. I was smitten by him because guys have never liked me like that before, I've been heavy forever and it felt good to have someone want me like that, I've never thought guys could like me "in that way". I straight up told him I was 16 and he straight up told me that he was attracted to me, and even alluded to getting together to, for lack of any better words, sex it up. But the thing is, he was really clever about it.
And I can't lie, I did return his advances at first, I did go along with what he was saying. He was posing the questions in, looking back at them, ways that would make it look like I was the one initiating everything. In the moment I was taken away by everything, I didn't mind him talking to me the way he was and I didn't mind the things he was saying, but as the days have progressed I've become increasingly regretful about even talking to him.
I told a few of my friends, and even my guidance counsellor, because deep down I know that this isn't me, I know that...I know that this is wrong. One of my friends, Shelby, even went with me to see this guy one night when he was working and so I told her everything that he said, I showed her the texts, she knows everything.
But for the past few days it's been on my mind nonstop, today I had what I would consider a nervous breakdown.
I was at school and I was still thinking about this guy. My day started off okay, normal nothing bad. But then I went to my second class, study hall. There was this kid in there who's ALWAYS been a d-bag to me and he just decided today would be a dandy day to continue his ways. He started mocking me and making fun of me and was laughing at me and making d-bag comments about how angry I was at him. At one point the teacher-edtech-guy who was sitting with him was chuckling with him too. And at first I just shook it off, whatever he's always been like that. But then the actual study hall teacher came back. I asked her to go see my spanish teacher and was going to take my friend Shelby with me. At that point she had been going everywhere with me, the "2nd in command" teacher in the room was understanding and knew that I was stressed and let her go with me. But the study hall teacher said no and that I had to go by myself so I got up to leave and on my way out honest to Bog I accidentally slammed the door.
When I came back Shelby told me the teacher had said "Well. She sure showed me!"
And that just set me off. I just had to go and cry. I ran out of the room and went to the bathroom and just lost it. She's my teacher, you know, and it's not like I MEANT to do it, why was she being so mean to me? I was breaking down, I couldn't control myself. Eventually the teacher came in and made Shelby leave and I just couldn't handle it, I didn't want Shelby to leave. She was my rock and I needed her there with me, she understood everything that I was emotional about and everything that I was crying about and the teacher didn't. The teacher tried to get me to calm down but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I was freaking out, I was crying and pulling my hair, I just COULD NOT get my emotions in check, I felt unbelievably out of control and this has never happened before. She took me to the guidance counsellor's office and let Shelby come down and stay with me while I talked to him, he wanted her to leave at one point and I flipped my lid because I NEEDED her to be with me, and I have NEVER done that before, I felt so embarassed, I felt so...weak, I mean this SHOULD NOT be a big deal, in my mind. No one is dying, I'm not hurt, I'm alive; everything should be O.K in that respect.
Eventually he called my mom because there was no way I could stay the day and she picked me up and let me come home. But here's the thing: I DON'T want to talk to the guy anymore, I definitely no longer feel smitten or attracted to him. I haven't told him this yet, I'm too scared too. I KNOW I lead him on, so it's like I'm just asking for him to come and hook up with me, so I feel bad for switching my mind. He SEEMS understanding, like it would be okay but still, I feel awful about this. My stress level is through the roof, I'm either not eating at all or eating way too much (yesterday I was at like 700 calories, today at 3,500 ish) and I feel SO out of control in EVERYTHING.



