Something really big and something really good is happening or about to happen. I can feel it......

Ooops. I once sent an email to my boyfriend using his own email account.  He didn't know I knew the password. I was in there reading his emails (I check his emails every few hours) when I remembered I had to tell him something. So I stupidly composed an email and sent it without thinking about the fact I was in his email account not mine. It didn't occur to me until a few hours later that I messed up. I quickly logged back into his account to delete the email but I was too late, he had already read it. BUT HE NEVER NOTICED IT CAME FROM HIS OWN ACCOUNT.  I guess he looked at the cutesy title and not the sender.  Phew! Dodged a bullet on that one.  Thank you God!

I know it sounds cliche, but you really are the last thought I have before I fall asleep every night and the first thought I have when I wake up.

I can't wait to get out of here...

Do you know what it's like to come home and kiss your husband square on the lips ...... after giving oral to another man half an hour earlier?????????????  WHAT A RUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I find it really annoying when my friend posts cutsey love song lyrics as her facebook status.


It kinda makes me sick.

whenever i see the news and they say "see your doctor" i always laugh. i've never "had a doctor" because i can't "afford medical care." i envy those that have doctors. i even have children. they don't have one either. i guess food and heat are more important. i always keep my fingers crossed.

My husband has a polaroid photo of him doing his ex-girlfriend doggie style. The picture was taken a few years before I met my husband so I don't care. At least I say I don't care. What I truly want is to see more photos of him fucking her. It is hard for me to mastrerbate to just one polaroid.

the guy i'm with can't keep it up and i hate his sex face.


** also, when he does keep it up he's done in a minute or two.

i may break up with him because i'm not going to teach him how to fuck.

The only thing I want right now, is to move. My parents just don't understand the pain I'm going through living here.

I think most guys try to woo a woman to get her into bed. I take a different approach. I try to make her feel like shit.  That way she needs me to fuck her in order to validate that in some small way there is something redeeming about her. I don't think I started doing this consciously. But when I finally sat down and looked really closely at myself, that's what I found. Surprisingly it works quite well as a way of getting laid.

-I want him dead. I want his dick cut off and shoved down his throat for what he did to you.  i'd drop him off at the emergency room so he would go through more pain. Then afterwords I would cut off his hands for touching you and make him suffer through that for even touching you that way. Then I'd scrape out his eye balls with a spoon so he could never look at you again and even THINK about doing what he did to you even though you said no.

-I hate thinking about your sex life with other partners.  I accept that you had a life before me.  But some of the stuff you tell me just makes me cringe. Why don't you even notice...

-I don't want to be alone.  Will someone please get that? Please? And then stop leaving me here to bawl my eyes out?

-I'm a bad person.  I shouldn't feel like this...nothing happened to me.

God, I'm such a drama queen...

Im sry I hung up on you I just don t like to be backed into corners

I don't believe i've ever met the word "never," and what might you be?

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I wouldn't be greedy. I'd take care of you. I'd love to suck your bottom lip and nibble at your neck. I'd kiss you everywhere and tickle you with my tongue. I'd kiss down...and down...and down...and then I'd run my tongue all over your cock, moving it in circles allll the way down. Tickling you, teasing you. I'd lick your balls and suck them just a little. Then I'd run my tongue up again and I'd pause and make you think I was about to leave you hanging. Beg me. I'd love to hear you beg just a little. But I wouldn't keep you waiting long. I like you too much. I'd lick your precum off the tip and let you see it on my tongue...I'd wrap my lips around the tip and I'd suck, little by little, until I got you as far in my mouth as you would go. I'd use my hand as I sucked, moving faster and faster as I deep throated your cock. I'd beg you to pull my hair as I sucked. Imagine my blonde hair when you look down there. Heh heh...I'd make you moan. I'd make you squirm. I'd make you blow your load in my mouth. And then I'd lick what I hadn't swallowed off my lips. I'd enjoy every drop.

Mmm...yummy.

I miss you. Still.
A year and a half after I had to give up on the boy I was head over heels in love with.
But, I don't blame you, I blame me.
I let you go, without a fight. I let those nine long months go, without even trying to make you see what we had.
I still remember the night it ended..Sitting on my couch, the phone to my ear...
I couldn't believe how bad it hurt, and how much I just wanted to yell that I loved you and couldn't live without you. But I didn't. I knew that you couldn't actually break up with me, because James would beat you up if you did (James claimed to be in love with me, and always hated that you hurt me), so I told you that I couldn't keep you in a relationship that you didn't want to be in.
And you couldn't even accept that. You made me say that I didn't want to date you anymore, when you knew that I wanted nothing more than to be with you.
You knew that it was tearing me apart inside to have to tell you that it was over.
But, you stayed on the phone with me until I stopped crying. You told me it was going to be alright, that I was still your kydee, and I always would be.
You told me you were sorry that you just didn't love me anymore. I lied and told you it was okay, that I just wanted you to be happy. And I did...I still do. I want you to be happy more than anything...it just hurts to feel so damn alone all the time.
And even though you knew what you put me through, when I got a new boyfriend, to try and move on, you said that you hated me, and never wanted to talk to me again. Because I was dating someone else. What do you want from me?! Is it not enough that I compare every single guy to you?! And that I have since the day I met you, OVER TWO YEARS AGO? Isn't that enough?
But you didn't hate me for more than a couple months. Until I called you, apologizing and asking if we could be friends..And you agreed. It was great, we could talk for hours, just like old times. Except you were talking about your new girlfriend..and then when my stupid self slips up and lets you know that I still love you...You don't say anything, and then call back later to say you love me too? And you complain about your girlfriend to me, telling me you love me and wish we'd never broken up, because "I was the best thing to happen to you".  I never understood why you did this.
You strung me along for months, telling me you love me and miss me for a couple weeks, and then you would disappear. You'd stop calling, you'd stop answering...It was like you just disappeared. Then a month or two later, you'd come back..Like nothing ever happened.
You did that for what? Like nine months?! Oh, and I can't forget my birthday. My fifteenth birthday, the first day we were going to hang out since we'd broken up. And what do you do? You ignore me, and then leave without even saying goodbye because you were bored? You made me cry on my birthday, even after you knew I was going to break up with my boyfriend that day. Not because of you, either, but because I never got to see him. But it was giving you an opportunity and you made me cry. What else is new?
Oh, and I definitely can't forget what you told me, like a month later. That you loved me until you saw me on my birthday. And that I was "too weird" now, and you didn't love me. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to hear that "you're too weird" and so the boy you've been in love with for the past year or so doesn't love you anymore? Really fucking bad.
I just don't get you, and I don't get why I love you. Still. After all you've put me through, I'm sitting here...at 2 in the morning...knowing that in less than a month it'll be October 15. And I'll want to call you, to let you know that if you hadn't fucked up, and we hadn't broken up...It would be our two year anniversary. God I hate this.
Sometimes...I really don't get the old saying "If you love something, let it go." Because you know what? I loved you, more than I could ever explain, and I let you go... I should've fought like HELL for you, for US. But I didn't, and it's the biggest mistake I have ever made. Oh, and you know how I say I have no regrets? Thats a lie. I have one, and it's letting you go.

you are sooo adorable :) your lashes are amazing, for a guy...

I completely believe that I am hideous.  It's not because I'm overweight, it's not because I have a 4-inch surgery scar on my body, and it's not because I'm plain-looking.

It's something else and I don't think it will ever change.

I miss you so much already, can we high five again?

Only angels know how to fly... So I'll just sit here with my broken wings and watch the sky.

MV~ I am really trying to hang on. I don't think I'll make it. I just want to tell you that I'll miss you. There's so much more I want to say, but I won't. Don't forget about me.

AB~ You were the first person I met begin here. Thanks. You are the best group leader ever. you are just a good person in general You're a big reason why I stayed so long.

KC~ My teddy bear from Mass. I can see you becoming champ someday. I'll look fondly on Tv and tell people I knew you when you were a knuckle head.

MT~ Hey girl. I hope you don't get so frantic at time. don't get so frustrated at yourself. you're here to learn.

MG~ the girl who hates everybody... whether that's true or not, I always liked sitting in the rec center at the piano singing Disney songs.

AT~ my favorite Asian!(haha just kidding dear) When I first met you, I called you my Singapore connection. but you are so more than that. I'll miss your craziness

RM~ What can I say that haven't been said before. You make me laugh like nobody else. Thanks you so much for driving me to places.

CB~Thanks for the invites to the river, that kept me from going insane in my room. You'll find your dream girl one day.

TG~I'm gonna miss you. May your baby girl be really smart!

J(I forgot your last name!)~I have no idea how you come up with some jokes but I'm glad you do. You are feisty!(haha...)

SL~ I loved our slightly drunken conversation about living in Connecticut. I love your girlfriend. she is so sweet.

HK~ Miss California girl. I'm gonna miss us bitching at each other about random things.

VR~ Puerto Rican queen from Brooklyn. May NOTHING bring you down.

DF~ Thanks for begin so nice to me during class. I will always remember your month long bet(which you won) I hope your didn't get too drunk.

CB(F)~ AK girl. I will never be able to tell the difference between an eskimo and a native AK, but it cool that you do. Maybe I'll visit AK one day. but not during the winter time!

PAB~ Love all your stories told at lunch and dinner. I hope you get rid of your fear of 'sharp' birds someday.

LS~ Thanks for your late night conversation with me. though they were too late, They made me feel better.

DQ~ Your such a good roommate. thanks for putting up with me. P.S: I hope Jordan does well once she moves out.

R(I can't believe I forgot your last name)~ You're pretty much the reason why me and AB met. if you weren't so loud and out there, I don't know what would have happened. Thank you.




Goodbye.




The worst part is that I'll remember everyone, but nobody will remember me. it just the way life is at times.

Friday you texted me to see how my grandma was doing. That was sweet, thank you. You knew I was a mess, so you told me that you'd be there for me, blah blah blah. Okay, thanks. Then you said "love ya." I know you say that to all your friends. I know you said it to "be there for me." But why the fuck would you say that?! Those reasons are not enough for me. We dated for a year and a half and you thought I was the one. I think I thought you were just because I felt stuck.. so our past STILL doesn't give you that right to say that. Then you said something like "I want to be friends again." We didn't exactly stop being friends. I got a boyfriend which is why you hated me anyways. He was the one that got us together. Then you moved 12 hours away for school, and still somehow blamed it on me. So, IF we did stop being friends, its your fault. I didn't know we stopped being friends, I thought we just went out seperate ways. What cracks me up is you said "Love ya" THEN said you wanted to be friends. What kind of sick fuck says Love ya to someone they aren't even friends with anymore?

Then, yesterday was mine and so-and-so's anniversary. You didn't know, but I didn't want to remind you. You kept telling me to talk to you so that I was okay. Ummm really? I'm not fucking suicidal or something. I'm fine. My grandma was sick and in pain, thanks for being there for me, but I can handle myself. Plus, again, you aren't the one I would go to anyways. You think you were always there for me, except you were always the wrong person to go to, which made me realize that if I had a problem, I should go to someone else. But I guess I should be thankful that you tried. I told you I was busy and you stopped for awhile, but then you started texting me the dumbest fucking texts again. Seriously, if I'm not talking to you after I said I'm busy, then DON'T TALK TO ME! So you called me in the middle of our sex. First call in months. I got nervous. I almost puked. I had to pretend it was because I was annoyed, and I was, but at the same time, it made me miss you. Why? I don't know. You are everything that I hate. I don't know what I miss about you.

I was doing just fine, not thinking about you, and you randomly start talking to me again. We can't keep with these little mind games. Back and forth friendships and such.. what is this? 8th grade? Anyways, so I started thinking of you again. On my anniversary, I layed in that hotel bed thinking of you, trying to keep him off me. I had to get in the shower, sit in fetal position, and think about you. ON MY FUCKING ANNIVERSARY. So the night when on and I stopped thining about you.

I woke up this morning with the call saying my grandma died. It's almost like you knew. No one in my family talks to you and I hadn't even told anyone yet, and you texted me. You said "hey, how r u doin? holdin up ok?" I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You always did know when things were going bad. You say God told you, and I guess maybe.. But I responded, which pissed my boyfriend off. I told him that my sister texted me at the same time and I was answering her. Thanks, I'm lying AGAIN about/for you. I got ready and my boyfriend and I left the hotel and drove the hour and a half home. I texted you the whole time. We had a great conversation. I started missing you again. I don't know what it is. You aren't even that great of a person. I guess I missed the old times, the good conversation, and the fact that someone gets me. But I don't know why I miss it from you when my boyfriend and I are A LOT closer than you and I were. So we get to talking and we start talking about our inside joke about Hannah Montanna being the anti-christ. We always said we wouldn't watch her and always talked about how much we hate her. Well, now, I like her. You were watching the movie with your girlgriend or whoever and yet you were texting ME, your ex, about not wanting to watch it. We were getting along great. So, I got back to my boyfriend's house. I told you I had to go. Then, when he starts working on his car, you text me. Again, like you knew I wasn't busy anymore. Sometimes I think you are watching me and it freaks me out. So then I got bored with the conversation and you kept texting me. Telling me to "talk to you NOW." Yep, same person. You are "changing your life" and going to school to be a minister, but yet your still the same controling, selfish, manipulative bastard I met 3 years ago. I didn't answer the EIGHT -count that, EIGHT- texts that said to talk to you. Are you fuckin kidding me, dude? Then I finally say "Ya know what, I'm with my family right now, okay" and you had the nerve to say this: "well so what, I need help not watching this shit." SERIOUSLY?! Granted that I wasn't with my family, but still, you had absolutely no right to say that. I said "whatever, sorry" and you say "w/e dude, hope shit gets better. later." Seriously?! Really?! That just lost all feeling for you AGAIN. And you wonder why? I'm so glad I got away from that shit. You haven't changed. You tried getting people to convince me that you have. You fucking PAID people to tell me that! Are you that much of a desperate loser? Come on, dude..

I'm just glad that we hardly talk anymore. You were never worth it. No one likes you. Everyone talks shit about you behind your back. Not even your family or your best friend likes you. Everyone told me while we dated that I could do better and that you treat me like shit and that I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you. But since I got tired of your lies and bullshit for a year and half, I got rid of you. I'll admit, I yanked you around for a few months but you deserved it. Because I left your sorry ass, you hate me and then start missing me. As conceited as this is, I'm your drug. You can't get away.


Get the fuck over it.

I could of looked at your ex and figured out you dont take care of things...

I have the biggest crush on this guy. He's well-dressed, well-spoken, and well-endowed.

He's a porn star.

And there's no chance of meeting him. Even so, I'd rage at his past, extremely jealous of the girls that got all of his attention and pleasure. Fuck.

22/f

i wish you knew what you were doing with your life. I wish you could see that its me that loves you and wants to be with you. Who cares about making other friends right now just because they are cute. Focus on your goals. Be yourself and dont waste time. I cant wait for you forever and it hurts to know that.

i never knew how much confidence one jacket would give me

I love you Darla. Ur the best

I don't think you realize how alike we really are. We fly under the radar in our own ways and barely live up to what we both know we would be or could be if we tried, or if we weren't cowed by the thought of rejection or the prospect of having to keep it up once we got there. I don't know about you, but I need a new reason to be. I need a new reason for just about everything because I'm not finding any. It'd be interesting to see what we could achieve together. Interesting and a little frightening... Maybe you're right to be prudent. Maybe I'm right to be impulsive. Life's a crapshoot, eh?

Once upon a time there was a married woman who believed she was honorable, loyal, committed, and faithful to the lovely man she'd married.  Then his eyes met hers across a swimming pool, and held them. . . and held them. . . and she was lost.  His voice sends shivers up her spine, her pulse reacts when he brushes past her, she can smell him from across a room, she can hardly breathe when he's standing near, and when she makes love to her husband, he's all she thinks about.  He knows, of course, and loves to torture her.  She never knew suffering until now.  Voulez Vous says the song?  Yes, says she.

you are sooo cute. ugh.

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I loved you then.
You loved me.
Out of nowhere, you stopped talking to me and I haven't heard from you since.
You broke my heart.
No one's ever hurt me so bad.
If I ever see you again, you'll be mine.
I love you now.
I'd do anything to figure out what happened, and where you are, and how to make you happy.

Not pregnant!

Sometimes I honestly think I can't handle it.
It, as in her.

This weekend I had sex for the first time in a month.
I can't remember the last time I'd gone that long.
He has a girlfriend. She was gone for the weekend.
The next day I tried to get back in his bed.
I didn't even want to have sex.
I'm just lonely.
I just want someone to snuggle with, to kiss and go a little further with on occassion.
But I'm too busy for a boyfriend.
I hadn't realized how lonely I am.

i fucked up this time!!!!
need to get you off my mind, but your always there now!

I got him back in my bed tonight ;)

There is so much that I want to share with you.  Seriously, I have lots of stories for you (some funny, some sad).

I wish you could send me a sign (one that I know is from you) if you ever think we could talk again. Or perhaps, we are best to stay the way that we are.  Honestly, I don't know what to do.

I do know that I still miss my friend.

Why is it the people you want dont want you & the people that want you you will  NEVER want?? Sometimes life SUCKS!!

One time, right in the middle of having sex, I actually said to a girl......wait for it....wait for it....I actually said "do you think I'm sexy?". And I even tried to say it sexily.

My skin is crawling as I think back on this. I will never, never, ever tell anyone this secret. WTF was I thinking??? I wasn't even drunk!!!!

Just threw up in my mouth a little......

If you didn't like the cold shoulder, try taking responsibility for your own rude actions towards me.  Hint: Don't believe everything you hear.

i want a boyfriend but im afraid it will ruin my grades in the long run

--student

As you accidentally crossed my mind today, I realized...not only does nothing matter any more, YOU and anything having anything to do with you, doesn't matter anymore. Finally. Mission accomplished.

I need to talk to someone, I'm so depressed. Everyone is so busy, but I have so much free time. I can only think about one thing and it seems like it's not getting any closer. I wish therapist were cheaper.

It's time to leave!

I wake up horny practically every morning and I touch myself thinking about you. I get so unbelievably wet every time. My panties get soaked just at the thought of you. He never does that to me. He lays there beside me, asleep, oblivious. I try to cum without making any noise and then I go on about my day. Is it wrong that I try to get him to fuck me in the dark so I can imagine that I have you inside of me instead? I give him great head because I imagine that it's your cock in my mouth. I'd let you cum all over me if you wanted to. You have no idea how many times I've almost screamed out your name...

I'm thinking of you in the kitchen all day catering to his uppity family. Get me more wine. Bring out more cheese. Take away our dirty plates. Now!

It makes me want to slip a metal file in your mailbox.  Prison break!

I spoke to a mover and shaker parent in my community about our school drug problem. He scoffed saying there wasn't one. I mentioned a survey in which 10% of our local High School students said they tried heroin.  He dismissed it saying the kids lied. I mentioned the two - not one but two - heroin deaths in recent years.  He said technically one of the kids had dropped out of school so that one doesn't count. I mentioned the drug related student suicide.  I mentioned the  fatal student car accident fueled by drugs.  He said I was just trying to cause trouble.  I politely said we need to take our head out of the sand and address this problem.  He walked away and has refused to ever speak to me again.

Now I read in the local paper that 30 kids from the High School went to rehab last year. 30 kids! Shocking. I'm sure the mover and shaker would have a ready-made excuse.

Secret: I think the drug problem isn't just a kid issue, it's a parent issue too.

I want to lick every square millimeter of your pussy. There is nothing in this world I would love more than your beautiful pussy cumming on my face. I want to feel it twitching on my lips and I want to stick my tongue deep into your tight little hole and taste the slippery wetness that comes out of you. I want my face to smell like you.

Why won't you let me go down on you???? It's all I think about when I jerk off. I love fingering you, sucking on your tits and sticking my cock in you, believe me, but I want to taste your snatch so badly it's killing me. Rock hard just thinking about it.

I'm waiting for my ipod to charge so I can take it in my bedroom and jerk off to the pictures of your pussy that are on it.

I really wish to have a wife just like Live Tyler in the future...

I'm using you like a whore.

When I close my eyes I see yours and it make me warm inside:)

I don't love him anymore.

I love our boy more than anything in the world, so I will stay so he doesn't have to grow up in 2 homes and I will play the "good wife and mother"

BUT what really makes me happy right now is you and the freedom you represent. Am I falling for you or the NSA lifetyle?

I had his email address. I put it in my pocket, but I think it fell out at the grocery store last night. I was supposed to send him some pictures of my latest project. It was just business. But I know he's waiting. And that it feels personal to him too. I'm sorry I lost your email, my friend. Stop in soon, will you? I won't lose it this time, I promise.

Don't think that I didn't care enough to bother to follow through...

I was talking with an ex-boyfriend about the current stalker that I have.  This is the fifth one in my life that I have had to call the cops for.  He said, "Everyone wants a piece of you."  He's right.  Whenever I walk into a bar, the guys swarm me.  The girls give me sexy looks.  Exes constantly call me, text me, show up on my doorstep.  Strangers stalk me.  Hell, even exes still stalk me.  Everyone wants me - except you.

You're the only one I want.  Yeah, your life is fucked up right now, but I will wait for you to straighten it out.  But right now, I'm going to get in my car and stop over your house.  I WILL have you back in my bed very, very soon.  I will see to that.

There is no way I'm spending the rest of my life with my wife. No way in hell. As soon as the kids are both in college, I am divorcing her selfish manipulative ass.

If you think I can be replaced, keep moving.  You're not the one for me.

STOP TRYING TO CONNIVE ME TO BUY THINGS FOR YOU. WHORE!

When I was a girlie girl in high school I would have been mortified if any boy so much as saw my naked bum. In the 4 years that have passed since then I have let a few guys put their penises in there and their tongues too. What happened to me? Is this "growing up"? Sounds like the opposite to me.

Vance, every night before I go to sleep, I think about you talking to me and asking me out. I doubt this will ever happen, but I continue to think about it as if I'm willing it to happen.

If I was filthy rich I'd buy up all my neighbors' houses and knock them down, leaving my house sitting alone in a field of wild flowers.

What's that saying? It takes a village ---- to fuck up a child.

Why don't you just slap my face? It would have felt no different from what you did anyway.
Well you've lost your chance with this fine sister. I'm not going to your place come Valentine's. Not even to appease your old man. So there! Take that!

My wife has been sick with a cold for 4 days. One side effect is that she hasn't had any alcohol to drink.

You know what?  She has been perfectly pleasant.  I don't remember a 4 day span when she hasn't acted up and caused a problem.  Her entire adult life is about causing trouble for me and everyone else. But here it is, 4 days of bliss.

I mentioned this oddity to her.  She smiled and said, no it wasn't related.  (At least she smiled when she disagreed as opposed to her normal method of breaking something.)

But I think I'm onto something here. Alcohol is a mood altering drug.  She's had no alcohol and her mood hasn't been altered. Not rocket science.

I wish she'd see the light on this.  I wish she'd stop drinking for good. What a treat that would be for the rest of us.

I don't think alcoholics see it - or maybe they don't what to see it - how their drinking brings the rest of us down.

let's be together
and be happy
please don't hurt me

So your wife calls me after I send you a text. So you're still lying about your marital status?? God you are loser.

I am new to the rhythm method and I cut it pretty close this last time.  I am nervous that I am not scared that I might be pregnant (I still don't want to be).  The way my luck works, this will be the time I really do get pregnant, simply because I am not stressed enough about it... maybe I will go buy a preggers test after all.

I look at your myspace. I am waiting on you to delete my comments. I know that is bad, but when they are gone, I can let this fear go. I am not heartless, just terrified, of you, of the guilt trips that kept me with you, of the broken yet angery look that I know you will have. Just like the wolf with in Vengeful, and bitter. Yet I hoped you would move on, and find a new love. It makes me sick to my stomic knowing how I abandoned you, It took all the will power I had to break it off. Admititedly the timeing sucked, and I was not nice. I hated you being so useless, I knew it would not get better. I knew that if I were to survive, I had to break free. I will never forget you, I will never forget what we had, and the latter half what we didn't. I am so afraid for M. I am afraid you will lash out at him, still feeling my betrayal, and the hurt, or that you will cling to him like a parasite to get at me, and my aura. Not a flattering image, yet it could happen. Your form  chases me in my nightmares. I have moved on, I tiried being a freind. M and I are really serious, I want to bring him lunch at school one day, the only thing stoping me is this paralizeing fear of you.....

I'm letting someone yiff me on Furcadia.  I'm not normally into furries or cyber sex, but this is fucking fun.  =)

I joke to my friends about becoming the crazy cat lady off the Simpsons, but what none of them know..is I really do fear it will happen to me. No one sees me cry at night from sheer loneliness.

I don't miss you, at all. When I think of you I feel nothing. I don't care if your "with" someone else, I would expect it from you actually- you don't have the esteem to be alone. We have a kid together and we were together, but I don't feel anything but indifference that its over. I just don't want our son to be the fuck up you are, and I hope you grow up eventually.

I hate you J.

I miss seeing you. Just being that close to you excited me. I should have kept my feelings to myself, and normally I can, but with you it's so difficult. It's hard for me to not tell you how I feel. It's hard for me to not tell everybody how I feel about you. I know I blew it. It's not fair that you feel the need to stay away just because of my big, stupid mouth. I'll leave if you need for me to. It's the least I can do for being such a jerk. I'm so sorry. :(

I was eaten out in a conjugal  room at a prison..

you negligent motherfuckers will be the death of me.

My wife's divorced friend needs to get laid. That's what she tells me when I happen to pick up the phone and we start talking. She says she mopes around her house on Saturday nights after her children are in bed, "eating chocolate but wanting a different kind of treat". Hey, it's Saturday night. I think I need to go to make a run to the store........

Going back to University was one of the worst decisions I have ever made thus far. I have been depressed and overwhelmed everyday. Hopefully it'll only be three or four years more of this torture...

Fuck you! I hate you! You insulted me, abused me, and now you want my pitty cause your mother is dieing?

Fuck you Mom!

Guess you shouldn't have hid me from the family so long. I am your daughter not your mom.

CNN lead story:

"A legally insane killer was on the loose in the state of Washington on Saturday, two days after he escaped during a field trip to a county fair..."

You know... the annual insane killer field trip to the county fair.

You and your brother have treated me like a turd your whole lives.  I told you both this was your last chance.
Your action's are what ended it, both of you.
So don't play your blame game on me.
Call mama.

I love you with all my heart

Yes, I just shot my load in your face.  I'm done with you.  Now leave.

You must be a friend to have a friend.


Don't let the door hit you in the a**.

There are things that I have done,seen, watched...and worst of all enjoyed....that I feel I really shouldn't have, and it eats me up inside.

I would love to tell my bullimic/anorexic/depressed/suicida/immaturel/mentally ill/rebublican friends that they are so weak minded and they just need to grow the fuck up. But that wouldn't be right, now would it?

(and yes, that does say rebublican=])

Its been a year, but I still love you and it's not too late

You're seeing a girl tomorrow night and I hate it so much, but I shouldn't.

I wish I could make you see how much I love you & how unwilling I am to hurt you. I will do anything in my power to make you happy. Just work with me.

Looking forward to sex at our friends' house tonight where we're staying... Close as we've comme to sex in a strange place in way too long.

It's not too late to fix things.

When I think of my family, words that come to mind are warm, loving, supportive, courageous, sometimes challenging, but overall very positive.

When I think of my in-laws, I think of drama, drama, and more drama.  Oh and they all have "self-centered syndrome"...my newly created term for their constant selfish behavior.

"And that other fat pig in there...don't get me started."

Don't try to be my friend, then say things like that.

I don't have any respect for you. Don't expect my love either.

Thanks a lot, Dad. I can't wait to leave.

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you.

I would have thought that with all that I have going on in my life right now, that I wouldn't think about you so much.

I often wonder if you feel the same way too or is it just me who can't completely let go....

My life. The ultimate paradox. I have spent so many years casting people out, preventing myself the simple pleasure of having someone even remotely close under the guise of it being a mere weakness. A darkened soul living within an illusionary world of light. Blaming others for my sorrow is easy, but it is only when I think about it that the truth becomes unescapably clear.

I am my own Sorrow.

No matter how many people I am surrounded by, my family, my friends, I feel so lonely.  Nobody really wants to know or understand me.  And at this point, I can't say I blame them.  Fetal position in 3, 2, 1........

I have large labia (curtains, some crass people call it) My labia has saved me from being raped many times between the ages of 10-13. Anytime this family member would try, my labia would get in the way and he couldn't get his penis in and wasn't smart enough to figure out how to do it, and then had to quit cause someone was coming.

I have been so down. I received a text from you and my whole world opened up. I missed you. Sounds pathetic and soppy . . . but who cares.  I'm feeling again!

when my grandpa would hear a train coming, he would stand me on a green stool and tell me to look out the window and watch the train coming, then he would stand behind me, lift my shirt and play with my nipples, I was only 8 years old, then he would ask me if I liked it and I felt I had to say yes or he would get mad so I would nod yes. The next day he would stuff a 20 dollar bill in my hand when no one was watching to keep me quiet. This happened a lot. I am 45 years old now and I still think of it daily. :(

I need the hurt to go away. It's slowly eating my insides.

You say the most ridiculous things. It drives me batty. I point out our new neighbors have a child in elementary school. You look at me indignantly and ask, "Why?"

Why do they have a child in elementary school?? How am I suppose to answer that? Something about the state law requires little kids to go to school? Or 10 years ago the couple got drunk and fucked without protection, so now they have a child in elementary school?

I don't know what to say to you half the time.   You do this over and over again, asking absurd irrelevant questions.  I want to ignore you but then you stand there looking at me waiting for an answer.

I wish you were out of my life.  You want to ask "why?" to that?  Oh do I have an answer for you.  Because you're a twit!