There's an amazing person I know. They're charming, funny, understanding and simply everything I could ever want. I've always loved them, from the moment I met them, I knew. The problem is, he's my best friend and I can never be with him. I'm the one that he kicks back and chills with. I'm the one he tells everything to. I'm the one who is ALWAYS there for him when a girl hurts him. He says he feels so comfortable around me. I love you boy ! I'm the one you should be with. No one else understands you like I do. Why can't you see that..?

I let everyone think I graduated from college two years ago. Really I had a nervous breakdown and didn't tell anyone. It took over a year before I could sign myself up for courses again and keep going. I got my diploma today. Now I can finally show it to everyone, but they can't celebrate with me.

The only thing that keeps me from killing myself is my dog.... I'd miss her way too much!

I am 15 and from Moscow (Russia) and i have leaned english and moved to england . i have made friends pretty easily but i only think they are my friends because i have an accent beause i have have heard them copy it . what should i do

ok, i took the dare. flash my privates in a public place. we went to the mall, short skirt, no panties. sat in the food court, and made sure my legs were spread enough to make sure that lookers would get a full crotch shot. after a while it got kind of fun, targeting unsuspecting people, especially mature men. i have to admit it turned me on, watching them try to act like they weren't looking, while staring up my skirt and my naked crotch. i teased one guy, crossing my legs, uncrossing, opening them, closing them, wide open to reach down for my purse, i got so wet and horny. my girlfriends almost peed their pants. what a rush. i went home and masturbated like never before.

People always say 'you can never die if the memory of you stays alive' or something along those lines, but it just worries me even more. Will anyone remember me? Will anyone care? Does anyone care about me now?

My husband hates my mom, my mom hates my husband. They both blame each other for my stress but they are both to blame. Neither understand that they don't have to like each other they just have to remember that they can respect each other when they are together. It's slowly killing me. Sometimes I wish they would both disapear.

I finally told my best friend I'm schizophrenic. The only thing worse than not being left is not being cared about.