When I was 16, in 11th grade, I found myself changing. I was oftentimes angry and upset, and if I wasn't, I was sad. But not a normal sadness- it was a sadness that made me feel empty, and alone, and it made me hate myself, so much that I took that hatred out on myself. I didn't tell many people, but one. He brought happiness to my life and made me forget all of the bad in the world. He was my world, my safety, my peace. Taking those three and a half hour bus rides didn't seem too long to get to him because I knew that the twenty-four hours spent with him, were worth the one hundred and sixteen miles. We did that every weekend for two years. Going off Cape to my hometown for a day and a half was like going to a beach resort, sweet, not having a care in the world. And that's how I felt with my ex-boyfriend Mike. We stayed up all hours until it was dawn and sleep in until the afternoon. We drove around singing in the car to pop songs, looking like absolute fools. We watched horror movies at 4 am with a huge bowl of salty popcorn and I was so afraid that the monster would come eat me so, I squeezed him tightly to me, because that's where I felt safe. He made me laugh, he made me cry, and most importantly, he made me love him unconditionally. I wish I could say that the story ended there, and that we lived happily ever after but that's not how life works, unfortunately. I still remember walking through his garage door and seeing his parents smile at me when they saw me. Whenever we went down to the basement, his mother always brought us her freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, and wow, did they taste like heaven. Even if it was doing absolutely nothing with Mike, I was probably the happiest girl on this earth and being in my hometown every weekend was like a dream to me. Senior year came around the corner, and it was a lot harder. I had Mike by my side, which helped me tremendously but I didn't see him much. So, I pretty much came home