I have two questions. The first one could be answered by anyone, but the second one is mostly for girls. Preferably girls who consider themselves to be "bisexual". I apologize for the huge length of this, and don't expect anyone to read the whole thing unless they really want to. :lol Or you can just read one part and not the other. I will admit, the first part might be off-topic and the mods can remove it if they feel it necessary. I think the second part is very on-topic. Part I: I met a girl online back in 2006, and we clicked immediately. She was the classic tomboy, the odd girl who liked to watch sports, wear boys clothing and not too much makeup. She also liked a lot of the same music as I did, and the conversations just went really well. In early 2007, she asked me to be her "boyfriend". I thought the idea of online dating (across an entire country, especially) was goofy. But I went along with it. I had to end it a few weeks later though, because she was taking it way too seriously. She started calling me "the love of her life" and other absurd things. She hadn't yet seen a photo of me, and to this day I haven't seen one of her. Eventually, we "got back together" but I would always stop it because she made it too serious. The final time I ended it (the fourth) was because I was about to start junior year of high school, and I wanted to enjoy it, not be held down because of my "girlfriend" that lives 3,000 miles away. I explained to her that I liked girls at my school, and that the relationship with that much distance was not working. When the school year came, she was always calling me desperate. She said I liked girls for no reason at all. She also began cutting herself around this time (so she said, I've been told by various people that she was just being an attention whore). Whenever I asked her why she was cutting herself, she would just say because she was depressed and lonely. She told me that her arm was what she cut...eventually her mom noticed and this girl was forced to fess up. I'm guessing there were just knicks on her arm. She promised not to do it ever again, but I've never had any proof that she actually did it at all. A few months later, we got into an argument over music. She was acting irrational, getting completely heated for no reason at all and taking jabs at my personal life. I said something I shouldn't have, and told her that "nobody would ever want to be with you". This wasn't the first time she delivered a message along the lines of "thanks a lot, now I'm going to go cut myself because of you", but it was the most serious. We might have talked a few more times, but pretty soon we nearly ended our contact for several months. We may have talked some, but none that I remember. Later on, she emailed me and told me she had been in the hospital and wanted me to know she was doing okay, and that various family members had driven down to see her. She was hesitant to tell me the reason was a suicide attempt. To this day, I wonder if this was all my fault. Did me being hot headed and allowing her petty insults to get to my head cause a girl to do self-harm? Is it thanks to me that an innocent young woman is (possibly) walking around with scars on her arms and God knows where else? It's really hard to think about, and if you guys have ever been in such an unhealthy relationship, I'd love to hear about it and hopefully you can tell me how I can feel about it. Part II: I'll try to keep this one shorter. I've talked to many people about this...still not sure how to feel. This same girl, before her suicidal ways, was very confused about her sexuality. To keep it short, she developed a few crushes on girls from T.V., told me about them, I showed her some hot pics and then she's calling herself "bisexual". I didn't mind it at all. I must admit it was kind of arousing to here her tell me about her teacher's sexy legs or how much she loved boobs. Before I knew it, I'm emailing her lesbian porn and she loves it. Even after I "broke up" with her that final time, I always sent her lesbian porn. Now as our friendship turned sour, she began taking everything out on me. One minute she was bi, then straight, then the type of lesbian that hates guys. One of the last times we talked back in 2009, she kept calling me gay over and over again. I'm not homophobic, but I called her a pussylicker which probably was homophobic of me. She got very upset with me and cut me off yet again, yelling at me that she was straight. I feel like it is because of me that her sexual life seems to be a mess. If it wasn't for me, she might have never known she was bi. I feel like I destroyed her life. I've talked to a friend, and he said that she was obviously bi and likely a lesbian just uncomfortable with herself. But if that's the case, I worry if all the playboy and lesbian porn that she gulped down has caused her to have unrealistic expectations for women. If she is a goofy looking tomboy, how can she expect a supermodel to be into her? I feel ridiculous for bringing this long post, but I'm still not completely over this. Time and again I think to myself that this girl would be so much better off if she hadn't ever met me.