You know when there's somebody who likes you THAT way, and he's kind of obvious in his sweet and shy way, and he's clearly a nice and lovely person, and seems to "get you" for who you actually are "underneath it all," and he's very attractive, and you could absolutely go there....except for the fact that know you couldn't count on him to be sober during an important moment and you once saw him snorting lines off a table in a bar, so you know you can never, never go there? Yeah, that. Damn.

I don't really know how to say this to myself, even; but, I think I might be gay. I don't really want to be, especially since I don't think my family will understand very well. In reality, I'm probably bi-sexual, because sometimes I have really strong feelings about boys *or* girls. But anyway, I keep trying to tell myself that I'm not gay...but it's getting harder. I don't know what to do, because sometimes I feel completely straight, and vice versa. And, whenever I try and tell myself that I'm gay, I always talk myself out of it. I guess I just needed to get this off of my chest. Maybe if I -tell- someone, then it'll be easier to accept.

I remember the first time I discovered a blog dedicated to the small bodies of people with eating disorders. It had tons of tips on how to binge-and-purge best so that it wasn’t painful, how to use toothbrushes for the best and how quickly to throw up for the best results, as well as other helpful tips. Before this, my only concerns from watching my weight were because my parents would make comments…’You shouldn’t eat that because you want to stay small and beautiful like you are now.’ I wish I had listened. But now I had ‘thinspo.’ I was in 8th grade. I was about 15 or 14. I thought it was beautiful. I didn’t see danger. I had fallen in love with the idea that nothing tasted as good as skinny felt, though I could never have enough control to go through with it. All I saw was the tiny frame that I craved, considering I was a girl who felt overweight, and had felt overweight for quite some time. I was about 120/125 pounds and 5’. That was the beginning of me wishing that I had an ed.

I'm 21 years old and am still a virgin. I feel like an outcast because of it, and have considered extreme measures to remove myself from the equation entirely. I know its not the most important thing in the world, but in this day and age, it feels like no one would want to bother with me. I don't know what to do.

I'm dying of Lymphoma and I don't have any support or friends to lean on while I'm going through the scariest time of my life...

I am a 24 year old female and I have had epilepay my whole life. Sometimes i fake seizures just so I can stay in bed, get high and sleep all day long.

I miss my ex boyfriend and I know the boy I'm with now I'll never love him as much as I did my ex. I still message Him and he also has a new girlfriend but I just want to see him one last time or be with him again but we are bad for eachother.. I seriously miss him so much

I'll openly admit that I play around when it comes to serious love or relationships. But the reason why is killing me on the inside. I hate to admit, but there was a guy that I loved so much, he was my everything. But after he left me in the worst way ever, I changed. I'm so different now and I don't know how to go back to myself, I feel like it'll be impossible to go back to the person I was. If I had a chance to restart everything, I would take that chance. Recently there was a new guy I was into, but he gave me flashbacks to the first guy I've ever loved so I didn't know what to do. I was also talking to more than one guy. I didn't take any of the guys seriously, I loved watching them get hurt... I wasn't thinking and told them to leave me. I was scared incase they hurt me like the first guy..I was afraid one of us might hurt eachoher, I was sure one of us would end up extremely hurt. I think I'm hurting others to show that love hurts but idk why tf I love hurting other people. Help