smth I wrote for an assignment in english; I've felt hopeless once. Whenever my boyfriend broke up with me, it was really hard. I felt like I couldn't move, and I didn't think I wanted to either. For weeks I had lost motivation to do anything, like eat, drink, sleep, move, or even think. My body forgot how to tell me I needed those things. My final straw was when I passed out at school. I knew I needed to get better and move on. I learned to love the people around me and the things that happened in my life. I learned that everything happens for a reason, so I shouldn't let this hold me back. Then, I finally realized, I didn't need a boy to make me happy. I needed myself.
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