It all started with a broken heart. A heart so broken it was impossible to mend it back together. And even if one did try to mend it, it would never be quite same again. The heart wouldn't have its smooth surface anymore, but it would look more like shattered glass. And that's what it felt like.

There are many different types of broken hearts. One is for when your boyfriend or girlfriend breaks up with you. One is for when the person you thought were your soulmate breaks up with you. One is for when you gets cheated on. One is for when your friend is no longer you friend. One is for when your best friend doesn't want to be you friend anymore. One is for when  your family isn't acting like your family, but like strangers. And the worst kind? The one that you get when you hate yourself.

The journey to hating yourself is not a long road. There aren't that many steps, and honestly; anyone can do it. If there's one thing that's important on that road, it's to  never be nice to yourself. Don't give yourself compliments, because then you will start turning soft on yourself, and that's the opposite of what you want to achieve. It's not that hard. But what makes it even easier to achieve it, is to surround yourself with people who hate you and will mock and ridicule you. Really sets the speed of the process up.

For me it was never about myself hating on me. At least not in the beginning. It was more of the people around me that sat the spark and then after a while the fire went on like crazy when I started to loath myself more and more.

Now that I think back on it, I was pretty fucked up. And not in a good way. Far from it actually. It wasn't until I met Blaine, that I realized my life had meaning. It wasn't until I met Blaine that I managed to get out of bed and do something with my life. And it wasn't until I met Blaine, that I ever felt loved by someone and managed to love myself.

As cliche as it sounds, the road to happiness was long, and it was definitely not a dance on roses. It was probably more of a dance on burning stone. Nothing about our relationship was easy... how can one expect that when you have a mental illness? But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

It was just like cough syrup. Tastes like hell the second you drink it, but helps in the long run.

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A/N: So this the first chapter or more like the prologue. I'm really excited to write this story. Please comment and review. If this one gets enough positivity, I will continue it❤️