Okay, long story short:
I had a boyfriend named Kyle for like a few days and yesterday we had our first date. I liked this guy a lot until we got into the movie treater and he groped me every five seconds. We were making out (if you call him licking my face making out) and he like grabbed my boobs and ass (under the CLOTHES!) And he tried to do more, but I stopped him. If you don't know this already the reason I didn't stop him before was because I freaked out, and when I freak out I go numb. My body went into auto pilot. Then afterwards we barely talked at all and I came home and cried. I felt like a whore, a slut. I felt like I was a complete idiot for trusting him, for trusting men in general. I mean all he is a horny little bastard. I can't believe I thought he was deeper than that. God, I hate him.
If you don't already know, my biggest fear is of men.
The two male influences I grew up with were an Abusive brother and and Alcoholic Father. So, yeah, it makes sense that I prefer girls. Anyways, I came home and I cried for hours and slept, and just forgot the world. I woke up at like 8pm and I vented to my sister about it.
I promised myself I would break up with him.
I planed to do it tonight, only problem is I broke my cell phone and I didn't memorize his number (nor do I plan to) I might still break up with him tonight if he gets online, since I have his gmail.
Anyways, how are all of you?

~Questions~
1) How's school?
2) How's your love life?
3) Have you ever thought that you might not be straight?
~My Answers~
1) It's a lot of fun except the one class I have with the asshole.
2) HA! You're funny. It's better without one in my case.
3) DUH! You're talking to a bisexual girl right here.