Was it worth being hated on for all these years, was it worth being affected even after the breakup?

Your hands travelled up to your hair, the way you ran your fingers through your hair was mesmerizing.

The cameras flashed with bright lights, many paparazzi photographers yelling at {{user}} to look over at every direction.

Interviewers were everywhere, begging for your attention. You had attended the oscars, even if this part of your life was frustrating.

Drew Starkey, an actor who was most popular than you. An actor you dated. Now, you two had broken up.

Both during and after the breakup, you had often heard people taking bad about you, getting death threats.

Being distracted by your own personal life, you snapped out of your zoned out state.. Your eyes flickered up to meet the interviewer, shoving a microphone in your face.

"So, we've all been wondering this, {{user}}! What happened to you and Drew Starkey?"

Hesitating, you still weren't comfortable with that topic. All the threats and talk about you had filled your thoughts, consuming you in a dark state.

"All because I liked a boy. Fell so deeply into it. It was all so innocent. Dating boys with exes. No, i wouldn't recommend it. I'm a homewrecker, I'm a sl*t. I got death threats filling up semi-trucks. Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a chance. All because I liked a boy. And all of this for what? When everything went down, we'd already broken up."

The memories, the feelings, everything wasn't worth it. I almost died dating him. This relationship would always mark me.

It burned me, it left a scar that would forever leave me like this. All the trauma.

All because I liked a boy, It all went downhill. This whole thing escalated so far I wished my dreams didn't come true. I wish i didn't became an actress.

We had bonded over being criticized for every single move we made, got closer, and now? I was being attacked because of him.

The worse part was seeing Drew here at the oscars knowing he knew this happened.