Holy fuck girl have you even hit puberty yet? You’re 11. You don’t even know what life is. And if a little thing like your little kid boyfriend breaking up with you (after THREE. FUCKING. DAYS. Does that even count as a relationship?) is going to lead you to commit fucking suicide, there’s something seriously wrong with you. Don’t even joke about suicide, either, it’s not some fucking funny business. Clearly you have no fucking sense of self-preservation in posting this embarrassing shit onto the Internet.
Go sit in the corner, put on some overalls and go play with your Barbie dolls. And seriously the only hard thing about your life right now, little girl, is your spelling. Forget suicide or sex, the grammar Nazis are gonna get to you first. Ta-ta!
(P.S: People like you make me realize that our generation’s fucked. Or at least contain some brainless fuckers. Smarten up.)