I've been in a relationship but I haven't seen him for 3 full weeks. We do live in the same city, he knows my address, my phone number, my e-mail- and still I'm all alone. Three weeks? I don't know what I did wrong. It was him who said 'I want a relationship with you', I'm not making that up, I had him in bed saying that. I stopped cutting and burning myself for him, now I gladly returned to both. I can't eve inform him I'm breaking up with him because what, 'We shouldn't see each other?' We're not anyway! I feel like a total idiot. And people make it clear I should be grateful he even looked at me cos I'm a filthy rape victim. The fact that he didn't force me to have sex with him makes him a perfect guy whereas I'm the guilty one, ungrateful cold *****. I was happy living on my own, I don't need other people to feel good, but now I feel awful because it seemed to be ok and I destroyed it unknowingly. Now I'm all alone in the dorm, listening to 'Someone like you' (I don't even like Adele!), crying and cursing myself for believing a guy. I should've known better, men cannot be trusted and I'm a stupid disgusting ***** whom no one would love. I thought I could once in my life be like a normal girl of my age, nope, I can't