During the week of my birthday my boyfriend of ten months asked for a break. I agreed, but it was hard to. My grandma died a few weeks before, my dad was being ridiculously rude to me even though I don’t live with him or talk with him, and then the break my boyfriend asked for. On the day of my birthday I was upset, not knowing if my boyfriend and I were back together or not. He came to see me, but I was in a awful mood. We got into a small argument, and he left. The next day we broke up. A few days later we decided to not even be friends anymore. My dad is still being immature, my now to be called ex is all that is on my mind, and my grandma is still gone when I need her. Thank you everyone for a great birthday!

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