Best friend, call me. I know you need me. If you can't make yourself call, at least don't ignore me when I do. Please know that I love and miss you.

Hope to hear from you soon.

i wish my bf was taller

I want all the things you have with her. please.

my mother knew my father touched me

my father molested me so did my uncle and brother and i think my grandfather

i was jealous of my friend because her sister got better

I sometimes take amphetamines because I won't have to be hungry and not have the money to eat.

I love being out of my mind. I love being; stoned, high, trashed. So long as I have no idea what i am doing, or what i have done, I love it.

how do you do it? day after day, kissing her, fucking her. You say you like me, I say BULL SHIT. You can't throw a jealous bitch fit over some guy flirting with me and then go in and sleep with your girlfriend. you really...really can't tell me that you like me, throw a jealous bitch fit over some guy flirting with me, go sleep with your girlfriend and THEN go chat up other girls trying to remind them of what a good fuck you are. You are such an asshole! why am I stuck on you?

I smile when a cop asks to see my I.D. for whatever reason, because as I watch him holding it, I know that there is prescription drug residue and cocaine residue ALL over it.

She begs me to come see her every weekend, but she doesnt know why it seems like I keep ditching her.. really all I do is drink and drink, hoping to find the courage to go see her like I tell her I will.. but the more drunk I get every time, the more scared and ashamed I get, because Im gay and shes straight with a boyfriend, and Im insanely in love with her.

I stood up for my best friend at a party after a girl shoved her and was about to punch her. In turn , jus for saying 'dont push my friend' , I got the living shit beat out of me by 3 girls while my friend watched and did nothing. this also happened once before.
Im so angry, and I say I wont stick up for her again, but I know that I am lying..

so much for best friend, you cant deal with me

i know what u did to me i remember what you did u will pay u liar one day u will be exposed

someone keeps calling my cell phone from a "private number." i wish they'd get a clue that i'm not going to answer that call. no matter how many times you call, 6, 8 10 times a day. leave a message, idiot.

I could definitely make your life more exciting. And for that reason alone I feel that I deserve a chance. Just think, every day that we're not together is one more day that you've missed out on the best lay of your life. There's no need to be afraid! I promise I won't hurt you.

I love one guy, like another. The guy I love lives far away and I don't think he wants to do the work to make us work out even though he loves me. Breaks my heart.

The guy I like is awesome. He's great in bed and actually cares about my satisfaction. He's funny and nice and we can keep a good conversation going.

I don't know what to do. I am so lost :( I want them both.

You wanna know why I'm not talking to you anymore. Why I don't answer your texts, and why I refuse to hang out with you.

Well here it is:
I CANNOT allow myself to be friends with someone as skanky as you.

Your love life [or should I say sex life] is none of my business.
I don't want to know what new position you and your boyfriend tried out last night or how long his dick is.
Sorry, but I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!!!!
It seems like I can't say this to you enough.
WHY CAN'T YOU TAKE THE HINT ALREADY!?!?!?!

Telling me that you cheated on your boyfriend was the last straw. You're a bigger skank than I originally thought.

I was the only friend you had who didn't talk shit about you behind your back. I guess you're all alone now. I'm no longer on your side.

Have fun fuckin your life away.

i must have been jewish in a past life. or i must have had some mad love affair with one. how else can i explain that i've always had a thing for smartass jewish guys?

your a whore whose life revolves around sex and getting high. you've changed. pig.

I hate the person  you became when you started dating her. you became a self absorbed, sex absorbed bitch. I hate even more the person you are when your actually in her presence. You become even more of a sex absorbed self centered heartless person. Then why do i still love you

Nicole,  

You're a really good kid for a teenager.  I think about you often and hope that you can keep up the good work.  I'm rooting for you, really I am.  So many kids are absolute fuckups, self-entitled brats.  But there's something really good about you.  Please don't break my heart!

i don't know why i like you so much ):

1) i'm bi
2) i got fat on purpose
3) i'm lonely
4) even though i cut everyone out because i didn't want to be bothered
5) i was the cause of a family fight and i feel bad
6) i know i'll win the lotto one day, whether i'll share is another thing
7) i masterbate at least once a week
8) i sometimes meet people off the internet for sex
9) i am about $90K in debt
10) i had several abortions

He bit my nipples so hard they bled!

I am now convinced an ex girlfriend of mine had a baby out of wedlock before we met. When I was dating her the sex wasn't very pleasurable for me.  I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew it just didn't feel right.

Ten years later I got married and my wife and I had kids.  Even since then I could definitely tell my wife's vagina was stretched out. It was no longer tight and much of the pleasure went away for me.

It finally occurred to me that this was the same sensation I was feeling with the ex girlfriend years before.  I think at some point before she met me she had a baby and gave it up for adoption.

It's none of my business really, but I wish I had known back then. I would have cut her more slack on the sex thing.  I also would have raised her up many notches for being so moral and not having an abortion.

J, my apologies for breaking up with you.  You are a good egg.

I won't let him manipulate me. Not even to be with her. I couldn't live that way.

I loved you like no other woman will ever.  Unconditionally even after over all of the hurt you caused me over 20 years time.  When I read the vicious emails you sent to me the other day I realized finally that you didn't love me. In fact, you have such hate for women that no matter how much I loved you, you were always going to find a way to run not matter how trivial the "issue" was at the time.  When are you going to let that past hurt go?  It eats you like a cancer.

You hate your mom, your sister, your wife.....and me.  I'm sorry you have alot of other things going on in your life but to call us soulmates and run from me a couple of weeks later is just cowardly bullshit.  you cut so deep to deflect your pain on others and trust me it works.  I was cruel in response and I am sorry for that.

Sadly I wish there was a way you would come back to me so you could see that I am not them.  I know that this is the last time.  I have purged everything from you but 1 last thing....and if I don't hear from you, someone is going to get a lovely robe as a donation.  I don't want to but that will seal the deal for good and put some closure on all of it for me.  No trace of you but in my mind.    

Hope you make the right decision whatever that may be.  I will always love you sunspot.

I know hes coming over today. thats my secret. i know your ssecret. he just tried to im me like im going to answer him. ha.

Why do politicians post pictures of themselves on their websites that are like 10 years old. How completely vain. I'm embarrassed for them.

I had sex with one of my boyfriend's best friends... I feel bad about it, but it was still fucking amazing!
He really took charge and I don't think I've ever been so sexually compatible with somebody.

If my Lyme titer comes back negative, I'm going to order Doxycycline from an online pharmacy and start eating them like M&M's anyway.  I'll either get better or I'll be just sick enough for people to take me seriously when I tell them I'm not well.

It's a fucking bitch trying to explain "brain fog" to someone and make them take you seriously.  Quite frankly, I'm tired of it.  I'm tired of going partially blind for a month every year.  I'm tired of my mood swings.  I'm tired of doing things that no sane person would think of doing and then trying to find a way to rationalize it so people won't know how screwed my head is.  I'm REALLY tired of being TIRED.

I did a checklist for the symptoms.  There were 45 symptoms listed.  The person (who was diagnosed with Lyme) that posted it only had 18 symptoms.  I was brutally honest and eliminated a couple of symptoms that I had but thought they might be due to something else.  I had 31 of the 45 symptoms.  THIRTY-ONE!

And until two days ago I didn't know that someone applying pressure to the side of your knee WASN'T supposed to cause excruciating pain.  How often do you go around poking your fingers into your knee, you know?  It's not a normal daily activity, so I never thought it was a SYMPTOM!  I'm so angry.

I know this is Lyme.  I grew up in an apple orchard for Christ's sake.  Our family pets used to go out and mingle with the wildlife and then come in and snuggle with us kids.    The diagnosis FITS.  Unlike the horrific bullshit one the doctor gave me.

And when I'm well, you had better believe that I will be the BIGGEST THORN in the side of doctors that give people shit for Lyme treatment.

I better start saving money for a good lawyer.  My ass is going to be thrown in jail.  :-)

You have awful B.O but you're so sensitive that if i told you, you'd probably cry. so:

1. grow a backbone
2. buy some deodorant

I loved you like no other woman will ever.  Unconditionally even after over all of the hurt you caused me over 20 years time.  When I read the vicious emails you sent to me the other day I realized finally that you didn't love me. In fact, you have such hate for women that no matter how much I loved you, you were always going to find a way to run not matter how trivial the "issue" was at the time.  When are you going to let that past hurt go?  It eats you like a cancer.

You hate your mom, your sister, your wife.....and me.  I'm sorry you have alot of other things going on in your life but to call us soulmates and run from me a couple of weeks later is just cowardly bullshit.  you cut so deep to deflect your pain on others and trust me it works.  I was cruel in response and I am sorry for that.

Sadly I wish there was a way you would come back to me so you could see that I am not them.  I know that this is the last time.  I have purged everything from you but 1 last thing....and if I don't hear from you, someone is going to get a lovely robe as a donation.  I don't want to but that will seal the deal for good and put some closure on all of it for me.  No trace of you but in my mind.    

Hope you make the right decision whatever that may be.  I will always love you sunspot.

My job makes me want to commit suicide....

Why is it that when you face tough times some people start questioning you about the role of faith and religion in your life?  

When I say back to these people that I don't understand why God would allow an innocent child to suffer so much, I actually had someone tell me to not question God and his plan.  

I find words like this to be so offensive, ignorant and lacking empathy.

If this is what being "religious" means, then I don't want any part of it.

I am so in love with my husband. He makes me happy.

Guys, if you are on like the 3rd or 4th date and you go out to dinner, drink some wine, laugh alot, and ultimately end up back at her apartment where it is clear you are about to have your first sexual encounter, BEWARE!

If you tug off her shirt or slide off her pants AND SHE STOPS IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS PASSIONATE ACT TO FOLD HER CLOTHES ---- LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your relationship with her is destined to be nothing but frustration with an anal control freak.  

In fact, don't just leave ------- RUN AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I dated a guy for a while who would insist on taking the condom he just used and squeezing the semen out of it into my mouth. He used the condom in the first place so he wouldn't get me pregnant. But in his view it was perfectly fine to put the semen in my mouth. In the end we broke up for other reasons, but when I look back I wonder where was my self esteem? It seems so gross and controlling for him to force feed me his sperm. Hopefully I have matured since then.

I'll be waiting when your house of cards falls. Laughing. Fucking hypocrite.

I've went over the speech in my head a million times where I tell you to go away and never speak to me again. Then we do talk, or I see you and I can't bring myself to do it. I just can't. I love you. More than I ever thought I could love someone, you don't know because you won't care. How do I know this? Because even though you've known for two years I had feelings for you, you married someone else. Now you're getting divorced and I'm still not your next choice.
Secretly, I wish you would make the choice to disappear again. And not come back this time. It will hurt, but not as much as watching you love someone else. You're killing me.

I've lost the ability to trust people, trust love, trust promises, but most of all, trust trust.

You know, I'm not ashamed of the scars on my arm. Depression is a chaotic thing to go through but I'm still terrified that I'll try to do myself in again.

And succeed.

Im in love with my boss. Im 25, he's 38 and married. Having problems with his wife, but going to counseling and trying to work it out. Hes short, going gray. But Id like nothing more to wake up next to him with his slight bags under his eyes and graying hair. Its HIM thats so sexy. *sigh*

I'll move on, but I'll never find a lover, best friend, a guy as good as I onve found in you. Ever

I liked your chest hair....alot.

I'm sorry and pray one day I can tell you that I had sex with your(my best friend) husband the day before your wedding....

I have to cover my mouth like being raped if I want to reach orgasim....F**K YOU!! You did this to me and I'm glad you are dead now!!

Some of the people in my life are so stupid they make my head hurt.

the way you looked at me...
is the way I look at you...
could it be??? :)

i can't  wait for you :)

I need you like water in my lungs, so as of tomorrow at sundown, you're dead to me, just like I am to you.

Fuck you, dumbass.

I wish I could hate you

You are no better than my step-dad....and I actually loved you.

You came downstairs while I was watching my favorite show. You paused it and hugged me. Your hug felt so nice, I've missed it. I know the only reason you hugged me was for sex. And you got your wish.

I know that i deserve better im just afraid of making changes sleeping alone, not having regualr sex with a famialir person and paying my own bills.. Yes, im weak

I said I love you. But what I meant was I love drinking with you. Which really means I love drinking and you know when you're at a bar and there is a free bowl of nuts and you can't stop eating them even though they make you a little sick after a while but you keep eating them anyway? Well, that's you.  You are like a free bowl of nuts on the bar. I don't want to marry a free bowl of nuts on the bar.

we could have been so good. Damn you for being scared one year ago.  Why are you back now? I am happy.  I think I could be happier with you.  Fuck you. Go away.

I honestly don't you like you. I've tryed to. I really have. But your pissy bullshit makes me so mad. But I get over it. Cause I'd rather skip the drama and have a good time. But when you get mad at me, for nothing. Its like an episode of The Hills. And when I show that I'm a tiny bit pissed off, you flip out. Its a crime to be mad around you. I can't take it anymore. And when you told me to have self confidence. You don't even know what the fuck you are talking about. It doesn't change in a second. I would be so much happier if it did. I'm sorry I can't be happy for you. I can't even be happy for myself. God, I really don't like you. Leave me alone. :(

I spoke about you tonight.  It brought back a flood of memories.  Good memories.  I miss you my friend.

I told you I'm unhappy in our marriage and that I think you are a bad father.  You said you wanted to go to marriage counseling.  I told you to make the appointment.  It's been about 4 days so far.  Suck it up when I leave you.

I really don't trust myself with you. Though if tonight was any indication, I made it and I'm sure we'll be ok. But I still let you get to me, when you look at me that way it's tough to remember where I am.

ALL affairs end is regret..If you have a good partner don't stray because it's not worth it..All the affair will do is break your heart and leave you feeling empty..Yes..its fun for a while, but it wont end good. I should know..I tried it myself..After 7 years of marriage I had an affair..4 years later, it's the biggest regret of my life. I feel guilty and miserable..I wish I could take it back. The only thing good that came out of it is that I now know that affairs aren't as great as everyone makes them out to be...there just not. I will never let that happen to me again.

Kristina,

These are a list of complaints against you, compiled by me and a few of your fellow students.  They can't be said to your face because we know that you'll either cry uncontrollably or go on some sort of crazy rampage:

-I know that bald heads are sexy, but your name is not on the list of people who get to touch it.  It's uncomfortable and inappropriate.  I don't know if you have Daddy issues or whatever, but that needs to stop.  Now.  Are you going to do that to lawyers when you join the work force?

-It's annoying when you refer to every female student as "Mama" when you don't know their name.  Come on.  Grow up.  Learn people's names.

-You are a married mother of two in your late 20's, so stop referring to yourself as a "girl" or a "baby".  You are a grown woman.

-It's annoying when you change your voice to be high-picthed and baby-like when you talk to the instructors.  It drives me and your fellow classmates crazy.

-It's annoying when you ask the instructors the same questions over and over.  Learn the material.  This is going to be your livelihood.

-If home life is as bad as your claim it is, get help now.  There are women's shelters everywhere.  They can help you.  Don't use the excuse of toughing it out until you're working to file for divorce.  Get help now and quit bumming us all out with your marital problems.

Signed,
Your Fellow Students.

I'm a slave to calories. I have a running calorie tally for every day. If I go over 1270 calories in a day, I freak out and double and sometimes triple up my workouts. I've memorized hundreds of food labels, particularly calorie amounts. I know this is obsessive, but I can't seem to stop. Oh, who am I fooling, I don't want to stop! I hate to say it, but I do see being fat as a sign of weakness. Controlling my food and my calories gives me a feeling of power. I love it.

I'm starting to think that the "institution" (ha ha...what a fitting word, try MENTAL institution) of marriage is a total joke. It just provides crazy people with the opportunity to keep up their ruse of normalcy until the license is signed and then they're allowed to reveal who they really are, because, by then, they've got themselves a hostage. I don't want to cheat. I'm not the type and I'm not interested in another sexually focused, one-dimensional relationship. I want a spiritual marriage, I don't care if it's never recorded on paper or observed by witnesses. I'm starting to really, completely not give a damn what anybody thinks. I know who I love, and I'd like to run as far away as I can with that person and tell everybody to just go fuck themselves and mind their own business about what I do with my life.

I'm sick of small town conformity. These people screw around all over the place (or dream about screwing around all over the place but lack the balls to do so) and then they go sit in church on Sunday and shake hands with their pastor and act like so-called "good Christians" because, in our society, as long as you can keep up the lie you're safe. By all means, don't rock the boat. Don't live your life how you want to...that'd just be unacceptable.

I want authenticity. I want the real thing, not this cheap, hollow imitation.

More than anything, I just want you.

My husband is wonderful.  He's a perfect little angel; handsome, sweet, sexy (even a little kinky and perverted), loving, nurturing, and puts up with all my shortcomings.  He's even rich and generous on top of it all.  He loved me when I was fat, he loved me when I was broke, he loved me when I was unemployed, he loves me now.

Eleven years, and I've been a faithful wife.  Even the perfect wife.  I've gotten a job, paid all the debts, gotten in shape, and gotten my life together.  I look good, I feel accomplished.  My husband is proud of me.  There is nothing wrong with my marriage; it's the best it's ever been.

And now, of course, I have to go out, and meet someone who drives me absolutely fucking crazy.

Husband is perfect, but Other Man makes my heart pound until I'm lightheaded.  I'll stand there and pretend to talk about neutral topics with Other Man, when all I want is for him to ravage me up against the wall.

I'm insane.

And the worst part is, OtherMan has figured out what's going on, and he reciprocates.  Even though he's married to a perfectly nice woman and has a child.

What I want more than anything is to take my feelings for OtherMan, and somehow transfer them back to my husband.  I felt heart-poundy, lightheaded, sweaty/horny for my husband eleven years ago -- why NOW is this happening?

I see the other fellow one day a week in a class, and the highlight of my week is when I can see him again.  I know he's started to look forward to seeing me too.  

I almost wonder if I could just have sex with him and keep it a total secret, from our respective families...

I am SO going to hell.

F/37/happily married...?!?

i forgot how nice it was to just settle myself in your arms, how good you smelled, how beautiful you are, i only wish you still felt the same. your happy now. Im starting to move on... im starting to like her but i still love you more than anything in this world.

It's not fair! Why do we have to be stuck like this? The way us humans have set up our world does not gel with the random nature of life, love, happiness...we have our rigid little lives where we are stuck at a job, stuck in a mortgage, stuck in a relationship, stuck without a way to survive unless we conform to all of this. How is one ever supposed to be happy when our lives revolve around money and objects rather than meaningful relationships, experiences, and LOVE?

I've been with my boyfriend for two years. It's my first year in college. I met another guy. This guy is AMAZING. so, yes, i cheated on my boyfriend, and i didn't regret anything until my boyfriend started reminding me how much he loves me and how i'm sucha great girlfriend. but i'm 99% sure the other guy is better for me. I don't think i'm a bad person. I think i'm confused.

I won't roll down my car window to cool off on warm days.  I'd rather turn on the AC. I care about global warming and all that, but I care more about my hair getting messed up. Seeing I'm hardly the only vain person out there, I think our planet is ultimately doomed.

I refuse to use the ketchup dispensers at fast food restaurants. I instead ask the girl at the counter for a sealed packet. Do you realize how easy it would be for a nut job or terrorist to pour rat poison in a ketchup dispenser?

We've been married 11 years and I have never even thought about cheating. Till I met his best friend from college last week. Now I think about it--but I still would never do it. It's kind of nice it spices things up, though.

The gay guy in my dorm is the only person in my circle of friends who gets laid with any regularity, and this has pretty much been true for every gay guy I know.  My secret is I wish I were gay.  Not bisexual, not "questioning," just full-on gay.  Those guys have so much more fun than us.  So if you're gay, CONGRATULATIONS!  Lucky fuck.

I'm not sure why "tossing a salad" means to lick someone's asshole. What an odd saying.

I give heart felt presents to people. Well.... not really.  I do give presents but I think it's really to see if they send me a heart felt thank you card.

I read up on how to handle a narcissist.  Next time you stroll into my life, prepare to get played.

He's going to transfer next semester.  If he misses me, he'll find me.  I hope he doesn't find me on a bad day.  I need to have the strength and composure to make him keep his distance.

I'm just glad I set myself up to keep MY distance the last time things went bad.  I had help.  I asked a friend to help insult him, his family, just everything.  Anything to make it impossible for me to go back.  She was a good friend and took care of it without question.

But I'm scared.  Find me on a bad day and I'll accept a kind word from a leper.  I'll pour my heart out to a deaf person.  If a blind person tells me how beautiful I am I will dedicate myself to repaying their kindness.  I have to learn how to discreetly run away from him on those days.

I just have to.

I have a massive crush on my husbands friend.

i luv my pussie. i luv the taste. i luv the smell. i luv the pleasure it gives me. i luv that boys want to touch it. girls 2. sometimes i let them. i luv the anticipation look on a boys face when he is about to pull down my undies. life would be boring without my pussie. my pussie is my favo thing in the world.

London has made me act insane. Apologies to those who knew me before this ridiculous change. You'll hate me now.

I hear guys say under their breath all the time, "I'd fuck her, would you fuck her?"

Listen, all you little limp dicks, boy you really know how to make a woman feel special.  Here's a thought, SHE WOULDN'T FUCK YOU... SO STFU!!!

Damn, if I had a dime for every S.O.B. that mutters that under his breath, AS IF IT'S A COMPLIMENT OR SOMETHING.  

I may be in my twenties, but I'm not so low self-esteem that hearing this crap under your breath is a compliment anymore.  In fact, it's offensive.  And the next ass that mutters this to his friend as I'm four feet away, I'm going to call the douche on it.  

"Well thanks for the sentiment, but I wouldn't fuck you with her vagina... so have a nice day."  Yeah, something like that ...

God.  Men.  Grow the fuck up.

Ew, you're such a man whore.

I honestly don't know why I wasted my time on you.

Seriously, go on your phone, delete my number, and never think about me again.

I will not be your rebound.

I wonder what it's like to have sexual contact with a woman...

~ A married man

I saw you on my caller id. Go fuck yourself. I'll never speak with you again. You do nothing but cause trouble you drama queen. Everyone feels the same way about you. We all call each other and laugh at how ridiculous you are.  I hope you get exactly the type of life you deserve --- miserable.

my mother was a whore and i hated her for it. now i act just like her. why did that happen?

I look at  our phone bills every month.  I'm not trying to spy on my wife or anything.  I just try to make sure there are no long distance calls charged to my phone from Nigeria (it happened once).

But in looking at the phone bills I couldn't help but notice something.  My wife's "best friend" lives in a different town about half an hour away.  Because of kids and school bus schedules and soccer practices and all that, they only manage to get together in person once every 6 months or so.  I had always assumed they made up for this by calling each other all the time.

But in looking at the phone bills I realize this isn't true.  My wife calls the best friend about once a week.  But the call only lasts for a minute.  Either the friend is not home or the friend is busy and says she'll call back but she never does.  There are no calls at all from the best friend to my wife.

I never realized this before, but my wife has no friends at all.  She wanders through her day talking to absolutely nobody.  Maybe the best friend was there for my wife 10 years ago, but it seems to have long since ended.

I feel bad for my wife.  I can't imagine what it is like to have no one to talk to.

I told my dad I didn't want to talk to him anymore.
That I would be civil to him if I saw him, but only because I had to.
For the rest I didn't care what he did, or what happened because I was done.
He's called my mother twice in the past two days.
I wish he'd ask to talk to me.

We actually had a conversation last night for the first time since our split, and I was just bored by you more than anything.
The break-up was briefly mentioned. I told you I was upset about it for maybe a day then got over it [which is true...after the initial shock, I really couldn't have cared less--it was more a relief than anything]. You then went on to ask me if I'd heard all about your latest sexcapades.
I like to think you did that because you were pissed off over how little I care.

How can you miss somebody when you don't even know them? We've barely met but when i dream of you I know everything there is. you cross my mind everyday. there has to be a reason why i see your face when I close my eyes. It's not even like that, how you would think. It's just there. It's just....You won't leave me, such an impression on my brain I often wonder if I hit my head on your picture maybe  thats why you've stayed with me all along. I know how I sound but I don't dwell on you, I live on as if it's not true because I don't even know what it is. It's okay though we will both grow old and wrinkly and you will never know. we'ill both never know.

More than anything, I'd love to have the chance to sit up all night with you and just...listen. I wouldn't even want to ask questions for fear of interrupting your train of thought, although I have so many things I'd love to ask. You fascinate me. I don't think I could ever get enough of you. I want to hear your thoughts on everything.

If I had my way, we'd sneak off to a quiet, remote corner of the world, maybe by the sea some night, and I'd let you tell me everything you ever felt like saying on any subject or to anybody. I'd just want you to let it all out. I hope someday you'll trust me enough to share your mind and its
corners with me.

I can't wait to see you again and feel your hands all over my body. Or just gaze into your sweet eyes, and kiss your wonderful mouth. I hope you're thinking about me now and that the next time we see each other is even more exciting than the last.

I hate living in fear.  Why does it seem that I can't let go of what happened? Predestination is what it was, what happened had to happen, I just don't like feeling like a puppet.  Fate's plaything.  I want to tell her, but I can't break her heart like that.  Just have to suffer for the next, oh, forty or fifty years, piece of cake.

Damn, I'm no fan of me.

My secret is I have waited for so long to be proposed to that I've given him a deadline of Oct 1st in my mind. I've also started seeing another man for 5 days, last night we ended up making love, as the first time always is awkward, it was, but it was still very hot. If the question is popped before Oct 1 I'll give that man up. If it is not I will tell B that we need to go on a break. We have become toxic together. He is constantly checking his phone, I wonder if he's seeing someone. He's on his laptop im'ing his friend. We've both gained weight. Something is very wrong with this picture. I missed that feeling of the first time with someone, the emotions, the touching, the closeness. In many ways I hope that proposal does not happen before Thursday...

I love this girl! Whos in my dreams!!!! so i love another!

I love it, ha! I think my kitten is jelous of you. After we have sex at your place I come home reeking of your sent. I strip down sensualy, remembering your hands and body against mine. Then Itty Bitty kitty comes along, as soon as I sit down its all purrs, and senual slides against my chest where our sweat inter mixed. He gives you this glare when you come over. Its so funny

I fell in love with my best guy friend
he fell in love with another girl
My heart was broken for months

I stopped talking to him all summer

the girlfriend is off at college


Guess who wont stop fucking texting me!?!?!

I dont love you anymore...wait?..did I just say that?...omg I did!!

I DONT LOVE YOU ANYMORE!!!!!!

YESSSS!!!!!

I told my coworker that I'm taking Yom Kippur off on Monday to atone for a few things I've done this past year that, as I put it, "I could have handled better." I described the 25 hours without food, water, bathing, or any other comforts.

"Well, I always try to to follow the Golden Rule, you know, I don't do anything to anyone that I wouldn't want done to me... Just taking a day to be miserable isn't going to change anything, you know..." she said.

She's totally right. It's not. It'll never be okay.

May G-d have mercy on my soul.

I tell people that i dont listen to slipknot anymore cuz they are horrible (which i now believe... besides the drummer) but about a year ago, i stopped listening to them because they reminded me of you, the girl i cared more for than anything else. i think deep down i still do but its doubtful anythings goiing to happen... i miss you.