I started to feel bad about all the issue this customer at work was having with the PC he bought. Then I found out that he was a Sr. VP of a failed bank and felt like he got off easy.

s'ok One who is like God, I'm glad you listened to me when I told you about how she really is.  If she does it to me, she'll do it to you.  She's just like her mother was.

I tell my wife "yes everything will be okay. Things are definately going to get better", but everytime I see my paycheck not cover our bills. I know it's a lie.

i would really like to tell you my feelings michael, but i don't want to get hurt again. we talk for hours but it seems to me i'm only a friend, i wish i could figure you out. every night i sign on just to see if your online, just to talk with you and feel like i have some one who gets me. i don't know if you feel the same but i wish you did.

i want to feel love again. i've heard you get one love in a lifetime and i was blessed with on, will i have another?

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I've been seeing this guy for about six months and just found out that he lied about how old he was. I kinda of think I'm a hypocrite because I don't think I'm as attracted to him anymore. I'm also starting to notice that he gets really tired after sex and never wants to go out anywhere which I was okay with when we were having sex but now the sex is sporadic and not that good. I guess I should have done a background check.

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I'm not a virgin. I lost it to an older man that I'm involved with that I haven't told my family about. He says he loves me but honestly I'm just using him for the sex.

I don't need you.  But I love the look of heroism you get across your face when you think that I do.  For a short moment, you resemble a man.

I love that I can do that for you.

Unfortunately, that started to go away the more you realized that I'm fully capable of living life on my own two feet.  I wish I could be weak for you.

I found my shrink on Facebook. I KNEW he was gay.

I have a beautiful wife who I love. But I'm a sex addict and want to pleasure others who I'm attracted to and who are attracted to me. Mostly women, but now men have entered into my realm of desires as well.

I sometimes follow women on Twitter who look hot in their photos because I want to see their beautiful faces staring back at me everyday...

I'm sorry if I seem super eager to talk to you on IM. I can't help it. I'll admit it, I get excited when I see you on my list and I sometimes look for excuses to send you a message. I'm not trying to be stalkerish or creepy, it's just that I always feel like such a dork when you're actually around. When I pluck up the courage to talk to you (not being in the same room and having a few glasses of wine seems to help...)I guess it all kind of comes tumbling out. I'll try not to ramble so much next time. I'm not usually Chatty Cathy, I promise. It's just that I really love talking to you. I just wish I was better at it in person. :o/

I really want to talk to you. Alone.  When others are around, I get scared because I don't know who to trust as some like to start trouble...as you know.

And then I come home to question after question after question.  

I hate feeling like this...What do I do?

We should be spending the holidays together...find a way!

This secret is really in reply to women who feel they are too fat. I am married to a beautiful woman who, until a couple of years ago had an ideal body. The only time I was really tempted to cheat was with an woman who was at least 50 pounds overweight and not nearly as pretty. It was her mind and her attitude that was so attractive.

The secret is men would choose a woman with an average body but great attitude over a woman with a perfect body but a mean spirit every time.

The trouble I see is that so many women with a few extra pounds let the weight destroy their attitude. It is the attitude driving men away, not your weight.

We were at the same party.  We were both leaving. I really wanted to talk to you alone.  But you ran off.  

Chicken! :)

I love you. You give me hope. Someday I'd like to repay the favor. You have no idea how special you are.

I am setting the machine in motion to cheat on my wife. By a month from now I will be sleeping with her friend.

Sarah,

I hate your guts you fat, dumpy, redheaded piece of shit.

This is interesting...
I am not sure she has figured it out yet, it's not a crush still, it has been reciprocated.  I would be sorry he picked me, but I'm not, you still have a mess to deal with at home, he is mine and soon enough you will know.  I hope it doesn't piss you off, but if it did, oh well.
Some other people already know, this is why we have to do something about the whole thing, it will get around pretty quick as it is hard to hide, you just feel so right somehow.
See you tomorrow!

oh damn!  somehow when I was deleting him from my friend suggestions on fb, I somehow requested him to be my friend.

i'm so sorry.  I know the hell that can bring to you.  just ignore it.  i'm sorry.  I already deleted the request on my end.  Fuck.  I'm so sorry.

I can't wait until tomorrow night! I will be happy to see you, but I really just want you to molest me...

Rob, I can't wait to marry you. I will, but I'm anxious to start our lives together.

Hey A! I am glad that we chat and text a lot. I really liked getting to know you in A and I would like to get to know you in another way! A.

last year:
cried nearly every day
i wasn't depressed
but it was the only way i could de-stress
i got upset over everything

this year:
haven' cried in nearly 3 months
don't get upset over anything i can't change
i'm happy

is this your doing?

dammit.
i don't want to even think about it
but did i fall again.
did i fall again.. even harder

He loves my mind, and adores my body.
Some times I question his sanity and ask "why...."
He answers...."I love knowing you are healthy and not worrying that if I hug you too tight, or if you stumble there is some cushion to keep you from hurting."

I love it.

F/18/size 16

I know it goes deeper.
I'm obsessing over the physical.

I wish we weren't such cowards.

:/

It was never about sex.  There are better things than sex.  I wanted those better things.  I thought you could give them to me.

The only reason why I hate my roommate is that because I have to share a room with someone I can't lounge around naked.

I can't be the only one experiencing the signs.
I just want to misbehave with you!
Part of me thinks you feel the same.
And then I think you're not interested at all...
Don't you want to watch your cock slide in and out of my wet pussy? I want to see it :P

I cheated on you with your bestfriend, then broke up with you for him. When things didn't work out I came back to you. You still don't know what really happened.

Why won't you cry?

You're not good looking enough to treat me like shit.

He says he wants me, is attracted to me, and possibly even loves me. Then why doesn't he make time for me!

I could have a lot of fun with you.

I said I wasnt going to hang around anymore, because it hurts me too badly just being able to have half of you...
but damn, I thought you might miss me.

Just ask, Ill come back.

I love my man. All I have to do is say blow job and I get a response. Communication is the key!

Family is dysfunction.  Stop loving them.

I have this friend. I consider him my best friend. He says the same about me. I'm in love with him but he's with someone else. I'm not sure he knows I love him more than a friend, but I can't tell him. I guess I will have to settle for having him as a best friend right? I wish I wasn't such a coward and could tell him how I really feel. FML

I know you like me, and I like flirting with you, because you make me feel good about myself. You make me feel beautiful, like maybe I'm not so worthless. But I would never date you, ever.


I'm sorry I'm so selfish.

KEVIN!  I'm into you!  Let's try this out, please?  Open up, I won't bite :)

I secretly want to have sex with my husband's brother.  He talks nasty to me on the phone sometimes.  Sometimes I think about him and masturbate

I love you and I miss him too!

i hate Christians. sorry to all the Christians out there but i just don't understand your religion. Its weird and makes no sense. i mean u worship a jew that was nailed to a cross. kinda weird guys.....

I sometimes have these fleeting moments of how the world works. It hits me while I am walking down the street, sitting in bed, or just talking to someone.

I start thinking, "Woah...I could have been born somebody else. I could have been a boy, japanese, or some great person in history. I could have been that blonde girl, or that black guy. I could be having a totally different life right now."

For a minute after thinking that, I don't believe that its me who had that thought. It's just some random person who happens to have the same name as me. Its not ME. I'm just living life through the eyes of someone else.

Then the feeling passes and I try not to think about it. It freaks me out.

I have 3 full bottles of my old antidepressant medication hidden. I sometimes  want to take them all at one time, in hopes of making me happy for just a little while. Nothing will make me happy at this point though. And I've done it all to myself. And sometimes I want to take 3 bottle of other medication, more potent ones.

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It's down right evil but that made me smile.

I went through a really rough time a couple months ago. One weekend shattered years worth of self-confidence and belief in myself. Thankfully, I've found people who have helped me rebuild myself since then.

But, seeing the stuff you complained about every day would rip my happiness away from me because I'd think "How can someone who has everything I want out of life be so sad all the time? I don't have any of that so I must be deluding myself." Your constant complaining would literally destroy me even if I had been on top of the world.

That last statement really was nothing. I wasn't particularly upset about it. It was just I'd finally had enough. I'd been wanting to delete all contact from you for a long time to preserve my sanity. And I finally did it.

Now.... I couldn't be happier.

Talking down to people and complaining about them doesn't make you high class.  Get over yourself.

Thoroughly misquoted and full of grammatical errors - I find it hard to believe that he subscribes to a massive theory of middle-aged enlightenment.  Especially when his mother makes fun of him and he spends his weekends hungover with junkies.  I wonder who he's trying to impress now.

I don't know why, but he loves my curves.

My secret: this makes me love him so much more

19/F size 8

i sometimes HATE my best friend.
if i were to tell her that
she wouldnt have kepted herself alive
to hear my apology

I know I tell my husband that I totally understand that his back kills him after we have sex. The truth is I feel frustrated and sometimes pissed.Sometimes I feel he doesn't love me as much but then I want to believe him when he says he does. I know it makes me mean to get pissed about not having sex more often, but I love him so much and I soooo want him all the time. It hurts when I feel he doesn't feel the same way :(

Wait, who we fighting in Afghanistan again? I forget.

I think we are fighting the Afghan people so we can rid the place of them, after which we will turn the country over to the Afghan people.

Oh wait, I must have said that wrong.  We are fighting the Afghan people so we can then turn the country over to the Afghan people?

Ummm...

Tell me this:  If Osama Bin Ladin had his headquarters in Peru for 9/11, we'd probably be fighting in Peru yes?  Instead, he randomly chose Afghanistan as his base. We really have no beef against the Afghan people.  It's just that Osama was there when 9/11 happened.

Now Osama is no longer there.

So why are we fighting in Afghanistan again?

When I give you those spiels.
I'm not looking for sympathy
Or contradictions,
I mean them. I honestly don't know what you --or anyone sees in me.

So when someone sticks around --loves me really loves me.

It throws me for a loop.

I am sorry

I saw this woman.  She's mid 40s. Dyed blond hair. She was wearing a black leather biker jacket and black spandex pants.  Nothing underneath.  No evidence of even a thong.  Her boobs popping out showing as much cleavage as might be legally possible.

You know where I saw her?

At my son's Thanksgiving play at school. Groan, the woman is the mother of a boy in my son's 4th grade class.

I mean, come on.  How appropriate is it to wear pants stretched so tight that from the front you can make out details of things only her gynocologist should see?

I'll bet the 4th grade boys really enjoyed the show, not the one on stage, the one put on by this mother.

Please make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you.

I really do not like my husbands family at all. They are boring, passive aggressive, have no style, and are not very nice. I love my husband more than anything and am lucky to have him. I just have no idea how he came from those people.

I completely plan on making you fall head over heels for me this weekend. I want to get so far into your head that you can't not think of me, and then work my way into your heart.
Everything you do infatuates me. You've got me hanging on every word.
And I want nothing more than to be able to return the favor ;).
I pray this all works...

I miss my best friend that stabbed me in the back.. and Im thinking about hanging out with her again. Everyone will talk and I might lose friends. But she was my best at one point.
I really hope history doesnt repeat itself. Dont let me down again if I go through with seeing you. Please.

Choose me.

please...

Why are you so scared of what people think or say?
You cant even direct a smile just at me personally, it scares you. I see that.
I wish you had more courage about this.. but maybe thats not the problem, maybe its just that I dont mean that very much to you.
You sure as hell act like I do when it's just me and you. But baby, Im sorry, thats not good enough for me anymore. I cant do that anymore. It hurts me, understand? this is killing me. I love you.

I suck at my job. Oh wait, that's no secret around here.

j,

please talk to me.
i miss you.

i love you.

i love my best friend, but she has a boyfriend.

plus, i dont think shes bi like i am.

I wish that I had more time with you today.  I felt like I rambled on and on with so many things that I have wanted to share with you, but when I left I felt like I didn't get the chance to hear how you are doing.

I am so glad that I got to see you today. It gave me a sense of peace to see your face and hear your voice.

It also made me realize how much I really do miss you.

I like seeing anime yuri. Girl X girl love seems more genuine than straight, or gay love.


Or maybe I just like girls... F/18

Why do I feel guilty for being happy?

It's back, that tingling love feeling I get in my tummy.  I was almost afraid it was dead entirely.  I haven't felt it, but for the most fleeting of moments in the past... gosh it has to have been more than 5 years, I don't remember ever feeling it with my past boyfriend, or any of the fwb I have had over the past several years.  It's good to have it back.  Like a little bit of ecstasy and torture at the same time.  I should have known he would get me there, I felt it a little bit the first time I met him (in those few seconds when our eyes met).
I wish the situation wasn't so complicated, but we will work it out... I promise.

i'm addicted to sex

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How do I tell my girlfriend that I love and live with, that I am in love with the man in the cubicle next to me?

I will answer your emails anyday Glenn. I love you

your partner in crime

:)

All I want to do is hear her voice.  Instead, all I get is the answering machine.

I pretend that I'm an elf from lord of the rings in crowds sometimes

this chick,(shark bite/jaws), looks like voldemorts fucked up offspring. She is a compulsive liar, and thrives on starting drama with anyone&every one possible. She is disgusting, and has no life. She thinks she has friends, but all the "friends" she has, are fake&absolutley hate her. She needs a reality check, forreal.

Don't worry though, you're still loved, despite the inherent flaws that keep me FAR away!

My Secret:  Love is a logical conclusion, not a real emotion for me.  Besides, I know you're just mad because I won't open the floodgates for you to kick me over again.  I'm sorry your uncle ruined you for men, but there's nothing wrong with being gay, or bi.  Just make sure both parties agree to your terms.  If they don't, find new people!

Sex at Crane Library...check.

;-D

There are people that come into my life that effect me in the most strange ways.  I don't know if it's pheromones, the sound of their voice may tickle something in my inner ear - I just don't know what it is.  When I'm physically around them my body produces chemicals that make me feel ... love.

It's really, really hard for me to distance myself from them - even when they're worthless pricks.  I become a junkie.  The feelings invoked by being around them is my drug.  It sounds very, very stupid and high school drama-esque.  I wish I could turn it off because it really screws with me and gets me to do illogical/dangerous/moronic shit just to get my fix.  The fact that love is legal doesn't help much...

But I'm not looking for anyone.  I'm not even looking for him - although I'm sure that's what he thinks.  If he came back around I might get hooked again - addicted to being around him and acting like a cold, calculated bitch.  He probably wants to know how to "fix" my problem.  If he'd take back every horrible thing he's said about me I'd have no need to try to prove that I'm NOT everything he has said.  After that, not coming near me would probably do the trick to heed off any other problems.

When given a chance to go through withdrawal, I no longer find him attractive.  Or interesting.  I simply think what I thought the first time he spoke to me: "Why is this doofus talking to me and how do I coldly and quickly get him to leave me alone?"  I should have stuck with my initial reaction instead of using him to get my significant other to quit ignoring me.  I probably could have found a safer "him" to do the job.  On second thought, the chemistry wouldn't have been as threatening.  All for the best, I suppose.

You told me you wanted to talk to me.
You told me you wanted to apologize for what you did to me.

I saw you 2 days ago.
You didn't even look at me, even though I was right next to.
I know what your excuse will be.
"I didn't see you"
...I was right next to you.

You will never know what I did to myself that night.

It was so great to see you.  Really great.  Funny, I have been talking non-stop to people for days.  But suddenly, unexpectedly, there you were.  What a treat. We didn't say a word.  We just looked at each other.  The silent communication with our eyes alone said so much more than I said out loud to all those other people in the days prior.

I miss you my friend.

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Right now I'm merely existing, not living. It's been this way for months. I feel like I have no sense of purpose and nothing really to look forward to. My friends don't know the depths of my depression because I put up a good front. I have to because they always have stupid, unhelpful bullshit comments to make about how I'm not the only one who has ever been bummed. What the fuck do they know? Being simply "bummed" would be great right about now. This is deeper than that. I'm starting to fear that I've somehow managed to top out at 27, but God, I hope that that's not the case. I used to be so happy, I used to look forward to the next day, the next idea, the next happening, the next chapter. But now I just feel empty. I feel like the walking dead most days. I've been depressed off and on throughout my life, but I've never known a void as cavernous and seemingly endless as this one. I know that I'm capable of so much more than this, but I don't know how I'll get there right now.

Depression has desexualized me and taken most of my passion away. It comes in spurts occasionally, but then it's gone and I'm content to be left alone. I'm really beginning to hate the man I'm married to but finding the strength to actually leave him is difficult. I know I have to though, he's wrecking me. He doesn't mind doing nothing and aspiring to nothing, that suits him just fine. But it'll never suit me. As long as he doesn't touch me, I'm alright. This isn't who I am. I hate this. I hate having such a clear picture of what I want one day and then the next day having all of that evaporate only to be left alone with the same empty, endless sense of nothingness.

There's got to be more left for me. Please God, please let there be more left for me.

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Text me just to say your alive?

Sequence of events:

Argument
You acted
You open the door to define a new meaning of our dysfunctional relationship
You cross the threshold and bid me follow
I will not


and


i will not leave
i cannot leave

I should leave
I want to leave
In every way that I define whom I am I want to leave

But my heart fights for you
It beats too loud
So loud...that i can't hear my brain
warning me leave
And now i just wait to see how my story unfolds

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Why do you not see how great you are? You're so convinced that you need a guy to be happy. Then you lie and say you're done with looking for guys. You tell me you've gotten over me completely and then I find out a month later that you're still head over heals.

I like you. You're an awesome friend. I've even thought about what it would be like if we were together. But you're the most negative person I've ever met. You're way too down on yourself and everyone around you. You tried to ruin two of my friendships with girls because you thought they were threats. I can't spend too long with you because you bring me down so bad.

Our friendship is a giant roller-coaster ride. We're best friends, and then I get fed up with the negativity and I snap. Then we make up and start the whole thing over.

I want to be there for you. I want to listen to every word and catch every tear, but I can't. You have a giant problem in your life: me. You want me but can't have me and that's the one problem I can't fix.

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...my dreamgirl/woman.
God I can't keep my eyes off of her.
I know someone noticed, some recognition from maybe K, or maybe from her beloved. I sarted not to care than I held back. She asked me to sit at the table accross from her, innocently I imagine. But I said no.
I couldnt, lest my eyes and heart give me away.
But I can't make her feel bad so I write here all to my self.
Why?
Why do I like her so she asked me once, here in the secrets.
But I couldn't really tell her, I just made up the answer.
Because I really don't know. Somehow even if I did I wouldn't really tell her.
What good could it do?

Ah...
the blame, comes the thought...
...How did she do it, to touch me so?
Is it just that base human emotion that plays with your reality in order to convince you that there is a reason? That it is justified?
That it is somehow spiritual or mystical?
That it is really meant to be?
Is it a mathematical probability, complexity?
Or perhaps some misguided pheromene that nature incorrectly sent to my receptors?
!!!
Who knows, I don't. It just is what it is.
I feel, therefore I write.

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It was the event... ...the party,that get together of friends...
I think...
The party is where it began again...
the party got me thinking about her. I couldn't help it. I saw her there...
...well it had to be that way, it was partly her party...
Well...
no, I thought about her before I was just muted in my expressions. Can't let her know, it upsets het to think of what could be or what was. So I stop and write here as if racing to imitate some late night lecherous soul, pouring out feelings of lust, of want, of desire. But alas, it is not exactly so, it is all those things, but also, it is more.
It is about thoughts of what could have been, not about what was...
About igniting passion where only, possibly, a minimal flame there once was...
About a place with an alternate reality, one in which I am the only conscient member...
The other....
The other in this alternate version of realities...
is her.
My dream girl/woman.

I feel, therefore I write.

I'd love to tell you how I feel, but I know it was all a game to you, and my feelings were distinctly misplaced.