Think about you everyday. I will always love you.

I’m over you… So why do I still care? You turned me down. I knew you would, so it’s not like it was a surprise or anything. Technically i didn't even want to ask, but a certain someone couldn't keep their mouth shut. Now everything between us is awkward. If i ever did have the slightest of chances, they are gone now because of loose lips. I don’t want to date you anymore. I’m not that stupid. So then… Why can’t we go back to how things were… That would be nice… But every time i see you with HIM… Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy. One of my best friends…I guess that’s why it hurts… I always come in second place… So, what does he have that I don’t? Abs. Yu-gi-oh. THAT’S IT! Screw my life… Just put me out of my emotional misery already…

if a person or saint does not respond back could be any one or a computer glitch i get highly uncomfortable and think i am not liked. mind starts to act up with questions but i fight back. i think too much about previous communications. god bless i dont want to think about others married women . i dont care for this . avatar

I've always considered myself straight, but lately I'm thinking more and more about girls, in particular my beautiful friend. I've never experimented before (which is probably why I want to). But as far as she knows I'm happily in love with my boyfriend (which I am but I still want to experiment, and he's okay with it too...) I keep fantasising about her...

I'm losing my feelings for you. You've hurt me so much that I don't think I love you anymore. I want you to leave me for another woman, but it seems as though you never will. I am growing increasingly depressed with each day. I have not felt this ugly since I was bullied throughout high school. I want to leave you so badly, but I feel like i am your slave. I have nowhere else to live. I can't get a job in this city. I don't want to be on the street, but that thought bothers me less every day. I want myself back. I want to feel good about who I am again. I don't want to feel ugly to my husband anymore. I want to be alone. The worst part of this is the fact that my staying isn't fair to you if I feel this way... But... If you truly cared... You would be another person. I'm stuck in an empty marriage. He loves beautiful women, And I am... Not.

I'm sick of always coming in second place… Always being the comparative matter…

Its always the same:

“I like you, but i don't like you”
Or
“When i find a boyfriend, i want him to be just like you”

I'm sick of it…
So they go out and find a boyfriend And compare them to me. Then complain to me when the guy does something wrong. I say “i would never do that” and they say “i know. And that's why i want to find a guy just like you”

But not me.
Never me.
I'm tired of this shit…
Sometimes i wish i could just leave.
Forget my life here and just go away.
It would be best…
For everyone…

Every time i start to fall for someone, this happens
Ever since freshman year.
Always…

Always the ideal boyfriend.
But i'm always single. Why?
Because when someone says “just like you” they really mean “I want to find a smoking hot stud with abs who acts like you and thinks like you. But not you because your a hideous pig”

Time… And time again…

I’m done.

I'm a pretty predictable person. I'm twenty-four, I have a normal job, a few good friends that I have very normal nights out with, book club, rented apartment, etc. I'm considered pretty smart, pretty nerdy, not particularly pretty. I've had the same boyfriend for five years; we know each others' parents and we watch TV at night. But not tonight. I'm going to visit a boy, and he's not my boyfriend. He's younger than me, and gorgeous, and irresistibly rough around the edges. We'll drink and smoke with his rowdy friends, and get high, and watch bad movies. They have terrible taste. And he and I will have sex all night, wild and experimental and unprotected. When I get back, the boyfriend isn't going to ask where I was, but he knows. He's the only one. Plenty of people know both of us, but would never in a million years guess that we're together. As far as my family and friends are concerned, this is my secret.

I steal money from my moms purse. Frequently. Over the years now, its added up to perhaps a thousand US dollars approximately, not to mention the 1500 I owe her for another incidence I won't mention... Numbness is the result of my massive guilty feelings.