I never thought I'd become the type of person who could get caught up in the drama once called 'a petty excuse for lonely housewives to indulge in the lives they wished for themselves as teenagers' by a man who smoked more weed than he drank water. However, as I've grown older I've begun to realise just how much drama seems to enjoy my reluctant company. It's not like I'm trying to live in some sort of sad excuse for a novel, I just seem to attract the kind of people who leech off of that kind of thing.

As a younger teen I lived off of the words of those more successful then myself (which was basically anyone who had managed to pass the end of year exams without having a mental breakdown), and there was one person in particular who caught …show more content…
And it was for this reason there were only two dramas during the singular year I knew him. The first didn't really involve him, but I still include it simply because I get to speak about Lacey Craggen. We had a relationship similar to the one I had with Jeremy McCullen. She was devoted to me, while I merely tolerated her. Mainly because she had a reasonable nose and large boobs. At the time I never thought she'd be my Regret. If anything, I thought I'd look back and laugh at how she followed me blindly, like a little lost puppy. I never though I'd feel so sorry for her. We had what was considered to be a relationship at that time. Basically, we did everything we thought adults did, but much sooner, with less commitment, and with much less thought. We kissed a lot, we had sex a lot, we smoked a lot, we drank a lot. She constantly claimed she loved me, but I was too busy asking Jeremy McCullen how to dump her. Anyway, in the end she got a little mad that I was ignoring her and that I wasn't spending enough time with her. I told her she had beautiful eyes and that I loved kissing her, and she cried. At the time I had been perplexed. I was being nice, wasn't I? Perhaps if I had cared about her I would've searched for the correct words. Perhaps I would've listened to someone other than Jeremy McCullen. Perhaps I would've tried. Instead I let her scream and cry and then I let her go. Unfortunately, it was one of those break-ups that lasted far too long. There were never-ending glares and disappointed sniffs and random breakdowns and a constant throb in my chest. No, I never wanted her back. If anything, I just missed how passionate she was in bed. Nevertheless, the break up gave me an excuse to smoke more and drink more and spend more time with Jeremy