Everyone bear with me with this post.

"You know he's not even worth your tears?" My brother says to me. My brother and I are on a drive. He took me on a drive to get away from my thoughts. I just had my first heartbreak this week if you were wondering. So there we are my brother and I, just driving around, blaring music and me just crying. Finally that's when my brother turns down the music and says "you know he's not even worth your tears?" That's when I finally stopped and actually thought about what was happening. I only have been thinking about the major thing, which is having my heart broken. But lets actually think about this for a second, I say to myself. If any of you know me you know that I am not one to care what others think of me, nor do I care if a guy is done talking to me. I always say its their loss and move on. Not with this one though. I never knew being heartbroken over a guy could hurt this much. Its hard when they are the one who gave up on you, when you didn't want things to end. Who am I? This is not me. I don't cry over guys who drop me and treat me badly. So why is this one different? I don't know. I finally get myself together. I tell myself that I refuse to let this boy who doesn't even really deserve my tears, break me like this. It truly is his loss. So I say fine. I actually don't want to be with a person who doesn't want me. I'm not one of those girls to go back to a guy who broke their heart. So this is the last he will ever hear of me. Because You have to just move on. Why would you want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with you anyways? He is just a boy. Don't I sound like such a teenager? I know. Having your first heartbreak is part of becoming a bigger and better person.