Well here goes... this is the story of a relationship gone bad when i was 16.

For 2 years i was 'with' a girl called Alana. i say 'with' because we didn't really meet in person, it was an online relationship. We met on this random art website and really hit it off, got to know eachover as friends and went from there. It was fine for about a year, we'd webcam eachover and get up to allsorts of sexy stuff; lingerie, bondage, masturbating, toys ect. But it all went downhill because of one big problem, my social skills.

I was in a dark place in my life, depressed and anti-social. Barely sleeping and had only a few friends, i was a shut in for a long time and i never developed social skills properly (i still have alot of issues with them to this date) and me not being able to talk to her was putting a huge strain on our relationship. It wasn't that i didn't want to, i tried my best to fight it but anxiety always got the better of me.

We planned to meet eachover one summer, it was arranged for me to stay with her family in Canada for two weeks and we could be a 'normal' couple for a little while; but a month before i was due to go my parents wouldn't let me saying i was too young. After that we were fighting pretty much everyday and i could see how much it was hurting her keeping it going.

In the end i decided it was best we went our separate ways, i didn't want to keep hurting her and for her to not move on with her life because of how fucked up i was inside. I broke up with her and we haven't spoken ever since then, but i still believe it was the right thing to do.

Its been 2 years since then and she was the longest, and last girlfriend i ever had.