i got loaded on a first date with a really cool girl and barfed later. for a long time. i was also too drunk to f**k, even tho she was a blue ribbon prize winner. i also insisted on walking a jillion miles and on going to a mediocre rodin exhibit. i feel as cool as some corn in a turd, and am pretty embarrassed. despite all of this, she still talks to me.

My partner of nine years doesn't realize: I chose to be gay. I was not born that way. But I've been scared all my life that I would be a failure as a straight man, that no woman would ever want to be with me enough to be faithful. My greatest fear was always that I would get married and sacrifice all I am to her, only to find out she was sleeping with someone else. Everyone thinks that I don't have a temper, but if I were a married man who found out that my wife was having an affair, I know what really goes on inside me, in a place where no one can see. A dark place that would demand that I would have no choice but to kill them both. And I don't wanna hurt anybody else, and I don't wanna die. So I am living as a gay man, with another man who truly loves me, and we can be together until we die of old age. And nowadays, that's so much better than being miserable with a woman, like society would want. Or even worse, being over 40 and alone.

I'm really depressed and I feel like my life is going nowhere. I've lost all my good friends or at least the ones I can actually talk to about important stuff. I have no motivation at all to better myself. I feel like I died inside. I always want to sleep and never want to talk to anyone. I'm scared that if I don't get out of this stage, i'm going to become a vegetable. I don't cut myself and I would never kill myself. I don't want to take any depression pills. I just wish my life would go back to normal. I don't know what to do.

I'm pregnant again. I'm not sure why I had sex without birth control. The hormones were bothering me so I took out the nuvaring and I guess I used my body as a science experiment and the drama of pregnancy as a sociology experiment to inflict on my boyfriend. But I never expected it to happen so quickly and here I am, about to move 1500 miles away from the father of this baby and I have no job. What was I hoping would happen? Marriage? Abortion? Drama in general? I dont know, but I hate myself.

How do i tell my good friend that i'm in love with him?? I would like to let him know how I feel, but i'm afraid of rejection! My feelings for him have grown considerably over the last few weeks!! If I was to tell him how I felt- how could I do it? what should i say? OR should I perhaps just send him slight signals, hoping that he catches on how I feel about him, and wait for him to make the first move?!!! I need some good advice soon- please!!

For my birthday, I went to my ex's apartment. I had a whole lot of fun and we talked about alot. When he says he still wants me, he just wants to wait until next year when I am in college, I don't neccesarily think he is lying, I jsut feel like he is saying that so I don't feel bad. I already asked him up front and he said he means it.

I pretend that he doesnt really mean that much to me. I pretend it doesnt hurt me. I pretend that it suits me better this way, and that its what I want.I pretend that he doesnt really like her (he says she's not his girl and he wants me) I pretend im too cool for school. I pretend till it drives me crazy! Then i get home, where noone can see me, and i cry. It hurts me so much. Im crying rite now. I just wish i wasnt so pathetic, and that i didnt feel this way. I hate that someone else has control over my happiness (coz i gave them the power). Why cant he love me and want to be with me? Why cant i just let it go? Why am i so pathetic, living in my pretend world, what a wanker. I just wish i could stop him texting me. If he didnt keep texting me, id be able to 4get him. But just when i think ive got him out of my system, he calls, and i think, i'll be ok this time, im not inloved emotionally anymore, i wont become attached. But I always do! Why Why Why????

As a teenage virgin who will probably remain so for many, many sorry years, I decided the other day to remove the bramble bush for the heck of it. Although it won't be seen, seems to me that guys prefer the hair-free thing. However, I now have nasty razor burn just within the bikini line, (although thankfully more sensitive areas are fine.) How very sexy I must look, what a fool I now feel. Has anybody any suggestions? Thanks!