I’m 16, and I probably have genital herpes. I had only slept with 4 guys. I used a condom. I’m really scared to tell anyone, even though herpes isn’t as big of a deal as people make it out to be. There’s only a 3% chance I’ll give it to anyone, and that’s not using a condom or taking my meds. If I do both, it drops to 1%. I haven’t told my boyfriend,...
I feel as though I am loosing my best friend and it hurts to know that I can’t do anything about it. I feel as though she thinks I am annoying so I just put on a facade most of the time.
My confession is that I’m taking a special education course in college right now, but I hate retarded people. I don’t understand what’s the point of retarded people going to school. They’re not going to learn anything or ever be able to contribute to society. It’s just tax-payer funded daycare. I understand parents of retarded children trying to make the best of a bad...
We’re supposed to be no strings attached. Just sex for fun. I didn’t even know him. Now we’re having sex and I find myself getting attached… Which is stupid because I know he’s never going to want anything more with me. But I really really like him. This sucks.
How the fuck am I supposed to go back to being “normal” friends with you? After what we’ve been through, the things we did, the feelings you Made me feel…how? I think about you constantly. I’m not being dramatic. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up, the last thing I think about before I go sleep, and you are ALWAYS in my dreams. Thoughts of you consume my...
I finally confessed to my mom how I really felt. How I desperately feel like I need friends to survive the rest of my high school years. It’s depressing, watching friends talk at lunch tables while I sit alone. I’ve told my mother I’m miserable and I just want someone to talk to and I chose you mom. I chose you to confide in, but you called me crazy. You told me that I need to be...
I would really like to post this on my own blog so people know how I really feel. But I don’t want pity. I just wish people would understand that no matter what they say, I AM ugly, and people telling me I’m not is embarrassing because I know they are lying and the whole thing is uncomfortable. I used to think that losing weight would make it better, but the fact is, I am hideous...
I am 2 weeks along in my pregnancy. The baby’s father is Turing 18 and I’m pretty sure he still wants to live his life. I still have yet told him that we will be bringing a baby into this world..I am 16 by the way, & scared. My boyfriend (not the baby’s father) will be very angry I have yet to tell him too. It is scary knowing I will break many hearts from one action. I never...
have you ever fallen for something, like a love at first site kinda thing? i think i have. its so crazy even to think about. hes gorgeous, has a beautiful smile. and has the most amazing eyes that i can never stop looking into. i think im in love with this guy. and i dont even know him. i really wanna talk to him, get to know the real him. im so glad i met him though, because know i have another...
I always tell people that I’m going to get out of this town and move to New York City when I graduate next year. I don’t belong here - I’m made for big city life. I don’t know what I’m going to do just yet, but I’m going to prove everyone wrong. They all say I won’t last there, that I’ll end up hating my life, that I’ll come back after I get a...
My mum is convinced I need to loose weight. It is the subject of almost everything we talk about. Its not as if I am anywhere near fat, just a tad on the heavy side but she is never content. I just want to constantly scream in her face about how many parents out there would kill to have a daughter who was happy with how she looked and did not obsess about it. But then sometimes when she is really...
I hate that I worked my ass off my first semester of college almost at max credit hours and got a 3.96 GPA, but I can’t tell ANYBODY because they would think I’m bragging. When someone does find out, I shy up and say “Oh I just got lucky with easy classes” and I fucking hate when I downplay my achievements. I do work hard, I really do. But know one knows me and no one...
I think I’m really ugly and fat, even though I’m almost only 100lbs. I skip meals, work out longer, I just want to get skinnier. I need help. But I can’t ask my roommates, theyre larger than me, I dont want them to think Im being offensive. I’m not. I think theyre so much more beautiful and confident. But Im not, and my face is ugly. Even with no acne now I still feel so...
You won’t leave me alone! You keep me up late, you make me talk about shit I don’t want to, you KNOW I would do this for you and more if you even hint it will make you sad if I don’t. Please, you have other friends, please don’t do this to me. I need to sleep, I need to have a life, I have other friends. Please don’t try to take up all my time, I can’t take it...
I got a tattoo. I got it for me, I’m so happy with it, I love it, it made me feel more confident about my body, it’s in a place only I can see, but I can show it to people easily. When I got back to school, I was so excited to show my roommates, I wanted to show my other friend in one of my classes, but she never asked, and I didn’t want to seem pushy or needy. But it made me so...
My only close friend didn’t come back to school this semester, he can’t afford tuition. I feel bad for him staying home, but I’m feeling sorry for myself. I depended on him, he made sure I got out of my dorm every night to eat dinner, he made sure I had a schedule for eating and getting out, he introduced me to friends, he helped me with the classes we shared. And now he’s...
I should be going to sleep, I want to sleep. Or I should be reading to write and essay due in two days. But the idea of actually leaving my laptop to do something terrifies me, because if I go to sleep, I know I’ll miss class tomorrow, but I haven’t slept in two days, I need sleep. I want it so bad. I just can’t.
I like to cosplay because it gets me attention at cons. I don’t wear revealing costumes, but I try so hard to look good in what I do wear, just to get someone to look at me, to ask for a picture, to smile, to be excited. I can’t put this effort into looking nice in my normal clothes, it just feels useless. No matter how nice I look in the real world, no one will ever notice me.
I used to be ashamed of being a southerner. Then I discovered the SEC.
I feel guilty because I just don’t like my mom. She’s a control freak and has a horrible temper. At the end of the day I know she cares for me but it makes me upset because I don’t love her nearly as much as I probably should. It’s too awkward for me to just go up to her and ask for help with something. I don’t know it’s just…when I was a little kid I...
I’m a bisexual woman and I am in love with one of my friends, who is a straight girl. She knows I’m bisexual but not that I feel this way about her. Some nights we talk for hours on end and I keep no secrets from her but this one, the most important and painful of all, and I am terrified that if I told her I would lose her completely.
I honestly think I could be pretty if it wasn’t for my hair. My hair is just so frizzy and big and curly and poofy and I hate it. I can’t find a way to make it look good and it’s the only thing I find wrong with my physical appearance. I know I could be confident but my hair is so ugly.
I’m thinking about hurting myself right now. I held the knife more than once. A few times I’ve ran it across my skin, not enough to break it. But enough to leave little welts. And it feels good. It feels good to know that the person that gave me the knife so I could project myself, someone who used to be a friend, is helping me hurt myself.
Every day I wake up and think “Do I really want to live for another day?”
You hurt me more than anyone ever has. I will never forgive you for it, but I still love you. And I hate myself for that.
I love you. I’ve always loved you. And now you’re gone.
I will never, in a million years, be attracted to you at all. Even if I was, I abhore your personality and you are not what I want or need in a relationship. I am sick to death of being shamed and guilted for being the way I am: straight. I know I’m straight, beyond a shadow of a doubt. There is no question about it. You’re ruining whats left of our friendship and I’m beginning to see why your old...
I wonder if I’m a horrible person because I hate my dad and I don’t really like my family. Everybody else is so loyal to their families and I’m here wallowing in my own misery, praying for the day when I can get out of here.
I find it so sad how when we met on the first day of school 5 years ago and we instantly became best friends; spoke to each other and saw each other each and every day. After we started highschool, I’d skip lunch to come to your school to see you, even though I could only stay about 20 minutes and on my birthday you came to my school to celebrate it with me. What happened to all of that? It...
I wish I was perfect.
go be a bitch to someone else, will you? i’m done with you and your little bossy, bratty attitude.
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be happy
I’m a coward and I don’t have the courage to stop being one.
I act all independent, but all I want is a ring from my boyfriend before he goes on study abroad for a year to prove that he really, actually, truly loves me.
I’ve been waiting for this guy at my cottage and his girlfriend to break up, because we used to have a “thing” and I want to hook up with him.
I’m addicted to sending guys pictures of myself or have cyber sex with them. I’m only 17. I just want someone to tell me I’m pretty or hot or whatever the hell they think I am because no one else gives me that here. I do it every day. I don’t get sleep because I’m up all night sending pictures to sometimes 5 different guys at one time. I feel disgusting at the end of...
Why do you have to start a problem over EVERYTHING?
I am still completely and totally in love with my ex. I broke up with him because I had to end up sneaking around to see him (and I couldn’t live a lie like that), and I thought he could do better than me. We used to talk everyday, and now I haven’t talked to him in months. There are so many times when I wish I could just see him, or even just message him. I don’t go a day...
I wish I were thinner.
If you get this jealous over me saying a fictional character is hot… …then I’m never going to tell you what I did on New Years Eve at a party you weren’t at.
I’m nearly 18, and up until now, I’ve vowed to wait until I was married to have sex even though I’ve had opportunities to have sex in the past . But over vacation, one of my best friends and I ended up making out, only the second time I’ve ever made out with someone, and I found myself wanting to go further. Now there’s this guy I’ve been friends with for 2...
I kind of prefer it when you’re ignoring me, giving the cold shoulder, and pouting. Its a lot better than when you’re bitching in my face, because I can pretend you’re not there.
I feel like I am completely alone in this world.
I’m sorry I didn’t take you back and I’m sorry I figured my feelings for you out too late to get you back. I’m sorry I broke your heart, but I’m not sorry that it’s over. I love you. But I’d never say the words again.
You barely know me, yet I know you so well. You’re all I ever think about. Your perfect hair, your sexy eyes, your killer smile. I dream about you. You barely know I exist. I love you but I know I’ll never be able to have you.
I’m too afraid to throw up, so I settle for starving myself.
Today, 2 Guys squished my Side Fat and called me a Muffintop. It didn’t bother me then because they were doing it in a jokingly manner but when I got home and thought about it, it really made me depressed. To be honest, I kinda felt like I wanted to throw up the food I ate when I came back Home. Why is this bothering Me? Ugh :/
We haven’t even hungout with each other in a year but sometimes when I’m really sad and really lonely, I go to your music page and listen to all your songs. It makes me feel secure.
I’m paranoid. I was obnoxious as a child. Now, whenever anyone vanishes from my life for a while, I’m afraid they hate me. Especially if I’m close to them. There’s no reason for it. I’m just afraid I offended them without knowing it. And I want to apologize, but I’m afraid that’s going to offend them if I’m wrong.