When I was young, people always told me that I would be a heart breaker. I didn't understand what that meant at the time, so I just shrugged it off and continued with my life.

Little did I know, however, that this phrase would come to define my life. As I grew up, I realized that I had a knack for making people fall in love with me. It didn't matter who they were - friends, family, strangers - they all seemed to gravitate towards me and feel something special when they were around me.

I didn't think it was a bad thing, but it did come with its own set of problems. People would fall in love with me and then expect more from me than I could give them. I often found myself in difficult situations where I had to break someone's heart. It was never an easy thing to do, but I had to do it in order to protect both of us.

So, when people tell me that I'm a heart breaker, I now understand what they mean. It's not a bad thing. It's just a part of me that I have to accept and learn to live with. It's a part of me that I wouldn't change, even if I could. I don’t do it on purpose I'm just genuinely nice and try to help out when I can. But when I can't do things some people would get upset or angry with me or kept on asking and asking me til I gave in. Most times I'd give in and help even if I couldn't afford to do it. I would. Because it felt like the right thing to do. I've always been a nice person and don't have a mean bone in my body. It's like I can't say no. I try and do what I can. But sometimes certain situations get me in trouble...