I wish I could say why I am so attracted to some guys, but not attracted at all to others.  I know there are scents that help us with attraction that we are simply unaware of, maybe they are stronger than I think.

A- I miss calling you in the morning and waking you up. I miss taking care of you when you were sick. I didn't care that you never cared. I just wanted to a good guy and I always felt I needed to prove it. Well, I don't need to prove it...especially to you 'A' I'm done talking about you. my phone buzzed  at 6AM and the thought actually ran though my head while I was laying there that it might have been you texting me to say hello. it actually made me laugh....laugh that you would care enough to do that...it would shock the hell out of me, I don't think I'd know how to react. I'm lying, I would know how to react. I would ignore it....just like the memory of you is slowly fading. This time next year I will have pretty much forgotten all about you. The bitterness is fading fast and so are the hopes of you ever texting me....just to say 'Hi'

I will wait for you.
Until the world stops turning.
Until the end of my days.

Because I love you.

I'm going to fuck your pussy so hard when i see you. I'm rubbing my cock for u.

after getting into a fight and then making up with my best friends i feel like we well never be the same as we were. theyll always have the upper hand and i resent them too much to be as close as we once were. i cant wait to start a new life and start over with a whole new group of people who i hopefully wont feel so distanced from

If we never saw each other again I wonder if I would care?

Whenever I get extremely horny and feel an urge to cheat I just find some guy on those free phone chat lines and have rancid phone sex with him.  He won't care that I'm married and he won't bug me for a relationship.

The husband never sees the calls on our phone bills because I took $20 out of the bank account and bought one of those Magicjack online phone things.  No phone bill and zero traceability.

It's really fucking hot to hear a different man say nasty shit in my ear while I masterbate.

Anyone ever been with an asian guy?....i have one telling me i dont know what im missing by not being with him <3 !

If you cheated on your man.......tell him....if he says he truly loves you then he will forgive you and you can stop feeling guilt. But the longer you wait the worse it will get. I cheated on my girl too.

I let my dog lick my pussy, and it was great

I cheated on my man.... I cant forgive myself

I don't have the heart to use people for gain.

I LOVE YOU. I love you because when I'm with you in the same room I have no problems, you take them away. You make me feel good. When we make love it's something cosmic. I love to have my hands crawl around your body.....my fingers find their way into your wet pussy and I try to get them as deep as possible while I'm wigging them around. I can tell you love it because of your [body english]. I love kissing you your lips, and sucking on your big tits, I love kissing your entire body especially your neck......my lips always find their way to your wet spot and I cannot get enough. It tastes so good and to me has this primal smell I cannot even describe. I leave your house and I smell it on me all day no matter what and I love it.

I love being on top of you and grabbing your thighs while I dive deep inside you. But I love it when you get on me and we 69....I can see all of you and it's so amazing! Then you slide downward and you ride me backwards. I put my finger in your ass and you ride my cock and you throw your weight down onto both of them.....and then you tell me your going to cum and I want to fuck you harder. So we do......and then we cum together.  Almost every time.

Or when we fuck doggy style and I can stare at your perfect ass. To me your the most beautiful women in the world. I would die for you....and now I will live for you too.

Your an addiction to me. I want to be inside you and only you. No one has ever made me cum like you have. I cum and my mind goes blank....and then I want it again and again. Sometimes when it's been a few days since I seen you I just want to tell you "Fuck me now" but I can't because there are people there. I love you for so many reasons.......our sex life is one.

"Fuck me now I know your pussy is getting wet for me"

I pretty much hate everyone.

im thinking about you right now....cant get you out of my head <3

I sometimes wonder if things would be better off if I died.

I want to know what they mean when they say you're a terrible person and I shouldn't be messing around with you. I wonder what they'll say. Because there are varying types of terrible. And I think I'll put up with them all, unless you play games with girls. That's what I don't want. Not that my heart would be broken or anything but because it would make things too awkward in the social circle I am slowly becoming a part of.

Of course what I really want them to say it that I am too good for you. I need the ego-boost, sorry.

See I'm a terrible person too - we're made for each other ;)

Today was just another example of how my wife looks at life, namely, it is all about her.

I went to the doctors this morning. I had a test done. Big whirring machines. When the doctors use more than a tongue depressor, you know it's serious. A "specialist" will be looking at the results and I'll get a call later today.

Anyway, when I got home from the test, I was feeling a little concerned, and so looking for reassurance, I opened up to my wife.  I said, "I just got back from the test..."

She responded, "Did they make you take your shoes off for the test?  My friend had one of those and they let her keep her shoes on. Which reminds me, I have two pairs of high heeled boots that I need to have repaired.  You know that little shoe repair shop?  Can you take my boots over there. I want to wear a pair this weekend, so can you take the boots over right away. Like right now.  So he has enough time to fix them. I left them on the kitchen table for you. I'm off to my spin class. So don't forget to take the boots."

And then she leaves.

This is my life.  I am married, but completely alone.

Damnit.  I need someone to laugh at.  Where are you, E?  Post something on your FaceBook for me to find you even more repulsive as a human being.  I need my fix.

The second hand stuff I hear just isn't enough.

How do I let my husband know that I would really like some hardcore fucking without foreplay and NOT undo the work I've put in to him to ensure that he doesn't forget the importance of foreplay?

I need it most of the time, but for the past few days I've felt like I need no preheating.  But men like simplicity and I fear that me telling him no foreplay tonight will mean that he'll think I'm some kind of fucking machine forever.

We have amazing sex. But it's not enough, I need more. If it doesn't get better soon. I'll have to fuck other women. I won't cheat but I don't know how I can tell you that the reason I'm breaking up with you is because you won't fuck me enough. You know I make you cum a lot. What is the problem?

I am sexually frustrated. I look at my husband as the weeks progress and I get closer to my due date and he starts to look better. Is it me or is it that we don't have sex anymore that makes me think he's hotter?
I feel uglier. Fatter. Not pretty at all.
And he doesn't tell me often.
And he doesn't have sex with me.
And he loves me.
And I can't wait until I have the baby and lose the weight so I can make him feel the way I feel right now.
I had a dream about that actor from x-men, the guy who plays wolverine. god is he hot.
we were fucking and it was awesome and he touched me in all the right ways and pumped his dick deep inside me and gave me an orgasm...something my husband has never been able to do,...so what am I waiting for?

I was totally into someone until he made a comment about how he never used condoms, like he was bragging about it.

And that was all it took. Ew. Do you not know how many diseases there are? 1 in 4 people has an STI, and you brag that you have unsafe sex?

Gross. I guess the secret is, there are still some women with self respect left in the world. Who knew.

I can't fucking stand you right now, but you maybe the
only person who can get me out of the situation I'm stuck in now.
The thing is, I'm too stubborn to make the call.

My ex.

She was a female, but not a woman.  We were married, but I did not have a wife.

Big difference in those words.  

In our world now, most females have lost the art of being a woman. You all wanted woman's lib, and you got it, but you lost something in the process.

You met me in my car. You got in and from that moment all the things I was going to say and NOT do, just went out of my head. You felt so fucking good.

I did manage to get out, "You can't tell anyone about this. If my husband ever found out, he'd kill us both." With that said, the rest I just plain forgot. I tried to remember, but for the life of me, I just don't recall what I was going to tell him.

He opened my blouse, and helped me off with my pants. All things I told myself I would not do last night. But, again, it felt so good, at that moment I didn't care.

He slipped in two fingers in my totally wet pussy and proceeded to fuck me like an expert. He pulled out his fat dick and I stroked it. He asked if he could slip it in, I did ask if he had brought anything (yes, I know I should have had something myself, but I didn't think it was going to get that far, but...), no he hadn't.

I told him I can't get pregnant, he said he wouldn't come in me. I told him I can't bring anything home, that if I did, my husband would so pissed off. He promised that he was clean, that he wouldn't lie about that. So, I trusted him because he felt so fucking good.

He slipped it in, and damn, it was good.

He fucked me good. I sucked his cock. He fucked me again before coming on my tits.

He offered to help me get dressed again, and I thought that was a sweet offer, but I told him that it was ok, I could do it alone. He left.

After I dressed myself was when I could gather my thoughts and really realize what just happened.

I actually got fucked by another guy!
Holy shit!
Did that just happen?!
Fuck yeah it did!!!
Do I want to do it again?
Fuck yeah I do!!!

Wow, is this why people cheat? I get it now.

Then he texted me that he forgot his gloves in the back seat somewhere. I finally found them. That would not have been cool to have my husband find another man's gloves in the back seat of my car.

I saw him, and quickly slipped them into his hand. We exchanged plesantries like we hadn't just had sex in my car ten minutes earlier.

"How are you doing tonight," he said.
"Oh, just fine."
"So, where are you coming from?"
"The gym."
"Did you have a good workout?"
"Yeah, I did. I had a real good time."
"Have a good night."
"You too."

I got in my car, and went home. Didn't act differently with my husband. Wonder what it's going to be like when I fuck my husband. I'd like to have sex with my boy toy again, but if I never do, that's ok. I've done it. And I'm quite satisfied.

I am an adulterer.

I fucking LOVE it!

I didn't know that I had this secret until I read no. 86472... You're not alone. There's dozens of us out there. I tried strapping on one day, just for the thrill. ;) Best feeling of my life.

I am a woman.  I was born a female for sure.  I have always wanted a penis and I think I could live as a man quite easily.  I have always been a tomboy.  I have broad shoulders and I tend to be more hairy than your average woman.  I often wonder if I am just barely female, or maybe I am one of those that was born female on the outside, but male inside.  I don't feel the need to change myself to become a man, but I think more of that has to do with me being so laid back and adaptable in life.  If I didn't cope with change so well I might be another person screaming to be in a different body.  I guess I am lucky like that.

I still don't really feel like I fit in though.

I feel bad because I talk to him the way I talk to you.

Yes, I do love you...  You KNOW this is true (all three of you!)

Look junior...  I have forgotten more about computers than you will ever know.  

You got your ass handed to you when you went behind my back and tried to fix that computer.  You were wrong and wasted a lot of time not to mention the loss of data.  

I know what I'm doing and I have been for twenty years.  Next time I say I will take care of it let me.  Because if you don't you will be fired.

Alright?

I arrested a guy today for stealing cars. Oh my GOD he was black!

..I hate it when she posts such long interesting notes...she knows i cant resist..i just have to write something back!!!..and she makes me feel like a drug dealer.. why do you hurt me so?  -L- you rock..

When I kiss you, I don't feel much anymore. It makes me think things will end.

My boyfriend adores me. He is so sweet and nice.A little too nice. I wish he where and asshole, so I could feel the same way about him.

I am officially an adulterer...


And I don't regret a second of it.

FUCK you for throwing out a diagnosis without knowing the full story.  You just set in motion a flood of anxieties that served to complicate a situation further.

trust me i have no doubts that you are gay F/18

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Tonight I wrote love on my arms. Tomorrow is To Write Love on Her Arms day, and a group got together to prepare. I was scared; I can't actually say the word cutting because it brings back too many memories. But I also found out tonight that the first good friend I truly made at college had the same problem I had, still feels the same temptations I still do.  Though the word love is burning on my skin, and my workload is still at a stress level, I feel like I'm not spinning out of control.

There is nothing I want more than to feel like I belong somewhere. I want a new start, a place where I can be myself completely and people will like it.

I got to into it last night and ended up in bed with you.

It turned out to be one of the most exciting and unpredicted nights of my life. I get to see you saturday too and just having you walk me to the bus stop the day after and finding it hard to say goodbye to me made me feel great!

Finding you after finding myself and loving myself was worth everything I went through!

It's true, you cant find happiness or love unless you love yourself first.

Saturday will be great :)

I hope that I haven't ruined his life somehow. I think that's my biggest fear. :(
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Fuck em all see if I care...when I see the type of women you fuck with all I can do is ask myself what the fuck was I doing with you anyway. It is apparent that I thought higher of you than you did yourself. Sick nasty bastard! How can you fuck something that nasty? I must have been a dream come true for you! And "YOU" fuck that up...ya stupid fuk!

I know you like me. I like you back. But when you me on a date I will say no.

I'm sad

i miss my past sex life.

You're ashamed to be seen with me. Your goddamn ego can't stand it, huh?

News flash: with your attitude, it's amazing you've ever gotten ANYTHING before. You think you're God's gift to women, and your behavior is arrogant and brash. Nobody will ever want you if you keep this up.

Listen, I try to be friendly. I say hi to you...and you ignore me?
Fuck you. You messed with the wrong fucking girl.
You think that like all the other ones, I'll laugh it off and things will go back to normal when we talk in class.

No fucking way.
And when you said hi to me in the hallway today, I said the same exact thing you did.

"Seriously?"

How do you like them apples, fag?

I had numerous opprotunities to cheat on you, but I didn't, because that's how much you meant to me.
Now that you've broken my heart, I wish I would've fucked all three of them!

I made out with my friends boyfriend today. It kinda turned me on to think that he would cheat on his girlfriend because of me.

I then went and had pizza with both of them and it wasn't akward for me at all.

I plan on seeing him again sunday. I can't wait. :)

Right now I am so hungry I'm shaking. And in the next room there's a whole pantry full of food.
But I can't, I just can't.

George:  I miss you so much.  I wish you would just call me.. even to say hi.

The boy I'm madly in love with and who I've been madly in love with since I was five hates me.  Why?  Because I slipped one day and we made out on his floor.  Because I felt bad and told his girlfriend what we did.  You honestly think you can feel me up and tell me you want to be with me and then continue your relationship with her like nothing ever happened?  Do you think I'm stupid?  What kind of a person do you think I am? I'm not like her.  I wouldn't just have sex with you, so you had to keep trying.  And then later tell me the only reason you did any of it was because you were bored and wanted to see how far you could get.  You knew I was in love with you and you still did this to me.  I so much want to hate you,  but I'm still in love with you and I have no idea how to not be.

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I am a man but I long to be a woman.

I sent an email with my facebook ID and Password to help.yovilleapp@gmail.com saying that someone hacked my account and stole 1 million coins. This has been the easiest way i have found to get more yoville money. It has worked 2 times now. lol. I got the coins within 24 hours, and they didnt ask questions, or even varify that it was true.

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I'm afraid of you big brother. You're supposed to protect me...

        

                                   I don't have an authority problem.
                        I act like that to cover up my own insecurities.
                                      I'm a walking stereotype.

i mss y s mch t mks m hd hrt

i cryed right there because the ONE slash on your arm that you said i was the reason of
a year later have you looked at me?
what have you done?

I'll never know if someone truly likes me for me.
I've been used to much.
I don't know how to say no.
I don't know how to say STOP.

i love you.but you dont like vagina :(

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I'm supposed to be the "her". The cheerleader with the glossy hair and designer clothes filled closet, but really all I want to do is stay home, play video games, and read fanfiction. I hate "her" as much as everybody else does.

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I don't want to have sex with my husband because I don't want to have kids with him.
That'll make divorce a whole lot easier.

I want to get stationed near you.
I could care less if my husband came with me or not.  As long as you are there to make me feel so good.
Your lips are so amazing.
Please feel this way about me, too.

If you kissed me, I would kiss you back.
I don't think my husband would like that very much.

Lesbian porn gets me off way better than my husband ever has.
In fact, that's what I think about when he's doing his thing.
Yet, I am not attracted to females.
Odd.

Five minutes of conversation: 'hi, how are you, how's your love life?' That's all it took for me to start fantasising about you again. You know, don't you? Just like I know that you still want me, even if you're in a relationship with someone you love. Because if you weren't, we'd be all over each other. It's comforting to know I'm still hot.

I have a yeast infecting.
im so pissed.

please stop making me fall in love with you.

Dear coughing person in my office: please go the fuck home.  Your cough sounds like dry heaves and it's making me queasy.

I love my fiance and our unborn child and nothing would make me happier to be married to him already. I'm just afraid he'll cheat on me again with one of the models he's always hanging out around.

It seems like video games and his friends are more important than me or his child. I only see him once every few weeks and it kills me inside. I cry myself to sleep at night because I can't stand being away from him for so long. I feel like no one understands me.. not even him.

I can't get one minute of his undivided attention unless he's in his car and even then he's driving so I can't bring anything important up when I call him.

I'm afraid to bring all this up to him because he seems to just act out of guilt when I do bring things up. It's almost too much to bear when I'm still getting over the last time he cheated on me.

I know that if he does it again, I'll most likely still stay with him and hurt even more. I think I may actually love him too much.

I am terrified to love you.

I got asked today what my 'type' was. I couldn't really answer, my sexual history is so varied that if I think about it, it makes me even wonder if I have a 'type'

My first time was with a typical middle class nice guy. We were together for the next 5 years.

The next guy was a male slut, one of those guys that if they went to a party - they HAD to get laid, no matter what.

So I slept with him 2 weeks after I had broken up with my longterm boyfriend. (It was at a party) It was quite carthartic for me, I hadn't had sex with my ex for about 6 months before we had broken up. Although the male slut was just way too into anal sex. At least 5 times I had to wriggle and put my hand down to shift his intentions.

Next was a ginger, who lived with a friend of a friends brother (yep, that actually happened) - and yes, red haired people have ginger pubes. We had sex on a mattress on the floor and got interupted twice by my friend checking to see if 'I was alright' I was - he was good.

One night I came home at 2am, drunk as all hell, my flatmate and his friend were still up. Not long after I got home and my flatmate took off to bed - I slept with his friend. Who came within about 3 minutes.

Then, I went on holiday with friends for new years, took my first ecstasy pill and met a guy who I just went up to and started touching his hair - cos it was curly and I thought that was awesome at the time. Nothing happened, but the next night I bumped into him again and bought him back to the rented house and we had sex all night. However in the morning, seconds after we had finished having sex, his ex called him and he sat talking to her on the phone about thier son while he fondled my boob. Too weird.

Next up was an old friend I and my ex boyfriend had met when we worked at the same lame job. I went over for a catch up. 15 beers later I had my legs over my head.

Then there was 'The Hottest Guy Ever', I would blush and giggle in his presence and pretty much couldn't believe that someone that looked like him could want to be with me. I don't even remember if the sex was good - just that he was so fricking goodlooking. I couldn't stop looking at him.

And then, I had my first black guy. He had this charming deep voice. And had probably the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was like a wine bottle and I literally shut my legs and shook my head when I first saw it. But always the trooper - I had sex with him. 'Painful' as a word doesn't suitably cover it. Turned out - my first black guy was in a pretty famous band - I didn't know this until I was told by my friends who had apparantly been standing watching me and him up until we left the bar. Jaws agape I suppose.

Then there was the flatmate of a friend - went over for drinks - ended up with a recurring one night stand that has lasted nearly 3 years now (only when we're both single). We see each other, and always end up in the sack. It's just how it is. And it's always great sex.

The next guy I bumped into randomly when I was grocery shopping. He and I had been through intermediate school together when I was 11-13. He had been the 'cute' guy in the class, I remembered him because he was black and he had been adopted by white parents. I have no idea why he remembered me but we swapped numbers and 2 days later I was at his rich parents house having sex beside the pool. Well, half sex. Soon found out that he had been on crack for the past year and could barely get it up. I ended up feigning sleep and then calling my friend to come pick me up.

And then, the stupidest mistake of them all. Sleeping with my best friends ex boyfriend of 6 years. What is it about 'wrong' sex that makes it so awesome? I don't know. I do know that it's the only time I've ever regretted having sex with someone.

And karma asserted itself alright with the next guy. I was completely and utterly into him. He didn't feel the same way. We were together for 6 months. I got pregnant. He made his feelings known, he didn't want it. Neither did I. It was hard to go through.
And then he didn't want me. And I was completely and utterly destroyed.

The guy after that was an indian who had a small dick and shaved his balls. He had given me a lift home and then as we were sitting outside my house - he dropped his pants and exposed himself. I laughed and left the car. A few weeks later - I invited him back. I'm sorry but, small dicks are completely useless, guys with small dicks - better start learning how to use thier fingers, is all I'm saying.

Then, I had the 'Dirty Motel Sex With An Older Man' we met, checked into a motel - had hot sex all night and most of the morning. He had to be at least 20 years older than me and was probaly the best kisser I have ever met. No comparison. Great, Great kisser.

And then, there was cute british guy whom I met on my birthday when I snagged the joint out of his mouth and he didn't protest. We went back to his mates place - where he expected me to sleep with him on a kiddie mattress covered with a sleeping bag in the lounge, while his friend was having noisy sex in the next room. I made him keep talking to me in that sexy accent while we were doing it. It got the job done.

The next guy was in the Army. He was half Maori - and knew what he was doing. We were seeing each other for a month when he told me he had a daughter my age. *shudder*. Gross

And then there was the Samoan, who kept telling me to keep it down while having sex. Really? you're having sex and you're saying 'sshhhhh' needless to say I wasn't suprised that I could fit his entire dick in my mouth without gagging.

From all of these guys. No. 12 is the one that I am with now. We have just moved in together. Weird how things turn out.

If my husband ever unexpectedly came home during the middle of the day, I'd be divorced.

i hate where im at, im failing miserably, and im getting sick of everyone around me. i want to go home where i know ill succeed and be wanted..but on the other hand if i leave i give up something else i really want..i dont know what to do.

My roommate is a horrible person. He lies, takes things out of context, and is the most pathetic human on this planet.

Get some friends.
Leave the room once and a while so I can be there alone.
Close the f*cking window at night, it's cold!
What's with the GALLON of hand sanitizer?!
Oboes are stupid.
Stop making your bed every day.
Stop going to bed so early.
Admit that you are wrong.

I hate you, Mason T---

Mmm, I was needing a good make out session like last night's. Me and you both knew it was coming. You even tried to go further! I thought about it, but I'm glad I didn't. That would have been wayy too naughty.

I want to break up with my nice and caring boyfriend to be with one of my best and sexy guy friends that better suits my alcoholic lifestyle.

I had a seizure.
Because of my eating disorder.
That's not the secret.


The secret is I don't care if it kills me.

I have a date tonight and I don't really want to go. He'll want to have sex with me.  Ugh. I hate these situations. He'll buy me a nice dinner.  We'll have a nice conversation, then afterwards he will pressure me to do something with him. Why does it always have to be like this? Why can't we just talk and have a pleasant time?  I am not a "dinner whore", a new charming expression I've heard. I'd be glad to pay for dinner. Especially if it means I do not have to have sex with him.

You know why this is, you know why men pressure us for sex?  Because it works.  This is our own doing.  I along with many other women out there succumb to the situation and give these men what they want.

Tonight I will feel guilty that he bought me dinner. I will fell guilty that I somehow led him to expect sex by agreeing to the date in the first place.  I will feel guilty that I led him on by smiling at his stories and laughing at his jokes. I will worry that he'll think bad things about me if I don't give him what he wants. There is even a slight part of me that fears he will physically hurt me if I don't give him sex. So I will go back to his apartment.  I will let him put his hand up my dress. I will get naked with him.  I will take his penis in my mouth. I will spread my legs and let him insert his penis into me. I will watch him coo with pleasure as I am laying there feeling uncomfortable and guilty.

I do this to myself.  All women do.

And tomorrow I will feel miserable.  I will try to make amends in my head by acting out, like by scrubbing my kitchen thoroughly as if it somehow will wash away what I did in the bedroom.  The day after that I will be crabby to a man at work. A week after that I will think about sticking my fingers down my throat because I feel guilty about eating a slice of cake.  As if keeping my weight perfect will somehow make me a better person and free me from these uncomfortable sex situations. More correctly, what I'm really doing is transferring the guilt, anger and frustration onto myself.  I am punishing me and further destroying my self respect.  Which means next time this comes up with another date, with my self esteem one notch lower, I will be even more likely to give him the sex he wants.  My spiral downwards.  Ultimately I will become a bitter resentful person.  I believe men then refer to us as "bitches".  How charming!

Men, I wish you would see this.  I like sex. I do.  But I want it to happen in the right way.  I want to enjoy the process, like you enjoy the process.  I want to do it because I feel for you.  Not because I feel pressured by you.  Don't you see, in the long run, you taint our way of thinking and you help turn us into this thing you don't like.  Please stop pressuring me to have sex with you.  Please.

I want to tell her how I feel but no matter how hard I try something always goes wrong.

I am selfish and greedy.

I always wished my mom had forced my to continue my ballet classes

when it comes down to it, i'm just not a priority in your life. first comes work and video games. then me. maybe. all i can say is that on their deathbed, no one spends their last moments wishing they had spent more time at the office.

If you ever want me to understand, you'll have to explain.

I didnt have a real relationship with my dad until i was 17 and now he is one of the most important people in my life. I dont know who I will be when he is gone...I dont know if I will make it without him

I know that Vampires are a fad right now but I want to be a vamp for a different reason that most. I want to be a vampire so that I will have enough time in my life to see all of the things I want to see and experience all of the differnt lives I want to live. And when im done doing all the things I want to do, people will have thought of something new to experience. Plus ive always hated the morning, i would much rather live in the night

My dad died almost two years ago. Now, there's a slight sadness to every joyful moment in my life, since I cannot share those times with him anymore.

I miss you, Daddy.

im still in love with my ex.
its been almost two years and it just gets harder and harder every day.
i lost all my real friends bc of him, so when it was over, i was left with nothing.
the only true friend i still have is moving to new york.
idk what to do anymore, i try so hard to get over him.
i cant. and idk if i ever will.

I don't want to be in college, particularly not this fancy college. I want to find a small town, get married, get pregnant, raise children. Instead, I'm dreaming of bigger things, but I don't know why when I already know what I want. I'm thinking of trying to start over in Maine.

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I miss having friends, not associates, but real friends.

My g/f and I are planning our wedding next August and no one knows yet...

I still can't tell if you like me or not.
If you did(or still do)
You lost your chance.
You forgot the one thing that meant the most to me.
You are my best friend and You are the only thing I have left around here. But I lost all feeling of love when I hugged you 15 mins ago.
I wish this wasn't the case.

Aww... Damn it.
That warm feeling that died out 2 weeks ago is starting to return as I write this. My mind is fucking confusing me and I don't know what to do.
I missed you so much. I know It sounds crazy but it was true. Well it looks like we won't be going to NYC next month but that's ok.
Please don't hurt me again.
I know you didn't mean to and you said you were sorry. I believed you.
Of course I believe you. You never gave me a reason to doubt you
And the last nail on the coffin:

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I love you (Unfortunately...)

I see her walking pass me to class she smiles i say Hi. I want to be with her but i'm afraid i'm getting to obsessed with this "crush". I flirt with her She flirts with me, but i still don't know if she feels the same way about me. I've sought advice from other girls they all say the same thing. What must one do to get noticed and send a message with out being straight forward! IT DRIVES ME INSANE! What if she likes me and i never made a move? what if i make a move and she never liked me? so many things are wrong in this picture. Maybe i should just suck it up and go for it. only one problem with that. She just broke up with her boyfriend this monday. Wait and see? or just go for it and be rejected? So many problems here. I really want to be with her. Possibly the best thing to do is to wait a bit then ask her?....lost am I. Not to mention Someone stole 200$ worth of stuff out of my brand new car last night. Things seem to be looks just....great. Fuck My Life...

i get obsessive not creepy obsessive just...hmm...about my past, people in my past, and i have to stop. Every time i try to hold on to the past i feel like a fool and it's hurting me. So,even though new years is not even close new resolution "Stop the past obsession!!!"