To cheer people up who have been broken up, acording to Naimad.

the once was a psycho bitch. she was incredibly emo and stalked my facebook page unannounced me know for a week before we met. we ended up dating for a while but it was a long distance relasionship and unfortunatly i got bored and we fought a lot. so i devised a plan.i texted her "i love you samantha, i really do." (her name is lexi) and she ended up htinking i was cheating on her. and said "wow fuck you i knew you would cheat on me bye. :) " and i replied explaining that my sisters name is samantha (it really is) and i just clicked the wrong contact. ended up saying "wow nice to know you dont trust me fuck you bye." and made it seem liek it was her fault. (FYI she said if i broke up with her she would kill herself so this was the only way i could think of at the time to go. because i tried breaking up with her multiple times before)

Well, my breakup was not really a breakup. It was more of an heartbreak on a summer vacation. I was 14 years old, had a buzzcut. But somehow this girl one year older than me got interested in me. We had a normal family vacation at the garda lake in Italy. At evening all the youth would gather in this small house without walls and speak with each other and play games. I met this other guy about 2 years older than me and we sort of hung out in that house one evening. Two other girls approached the house and soon we started talking. They were sisters, one was 15 (the girl I fell in love with), and one was 17. At first I found the older girl more interesting but soon realized she was out of my league. I think because I put less interest in the 15 year old girl, she actually found me more interesting. I sat next to her while talking to my friend and suddenly she put her head on my shoulder (as if sleeping). Of course I didn't react to it, I just kept talking like nothing happened. After a while my shoulder started to hurt though (I was 14 I didn't have that much muscle like I have now). And after a while I just had to wake her up... She asked me if I would walk with her toward her family tent. Me and my friend split up and I walked alone with the girl. I of course brought up the topic "making-out", I asked her if she'd ever done it before and I bragged about how good I was at it (I only made out with one other girl before her, it was the biggest bluff ever). Then I stopped to "tie" my shoelaces and she was also forced to stop. Then I stood up again, looked her into her eyes and we made out in the middle of the street. After that things went like normal and I brought her home.
The next days and the days after I noticed how I continuously thought about the girl, I would smell my pillow which somehow smelled like her perfume. We switched sweaters some day and I also kept it with me continuously. we swam together, walked together through wine gardens... and the day after the horrible realization hit me. She'd leave the next day. I became desperate and wanted to be with her for as long as possible. I even cried in her company about how much I loved her, I still regret and love this moment... The morning she'd leave, like 5 in the morning, I waited outside her house in the cold to say goodbye.
The two more days of vacation without her were devastating, I'd wander through wine gardens on my own, being sentimental, smelling flowers. I cried myself to sleep every night and sometimes even at day. My pillow soon lost it's smell and I cried even more. After I lied in bed and cried for an entire day my mom got nervous and she had a good conversation with me. I learned to accept the fact that it was normal and a summer love. I banished her out of my thoughts successfully for the next few days and soon everything went to normal again.
But sometimes I go back to her facebook page and cry a little:o

UPDATE: Thanks to my friends I'm feeling alot better.