Since 6th grade I've been having problems finding who I am sexually (im a girl). I started to think if I liked a girl, she was my best friend at the time, I didn't know what it was so I just ignored it. Now im dating a guy who I love with my heart, but im getting confused again, and this time is worse. Last time I would only doubt myself. This time is different, she once told me she was bixesual, so I've been thinking if I was too. I think about her a lot and even question myself what would it be if we dated. I don't know if I like her or if its just some weird thoughts. I don't want to call myself bixesual because I don't know officially. Or call myself lesbian because I like boys aswell. What am I??

I lost somebody who was never mine to begin with. It was short and it meant everything to me though i knew it could never be more than just a momentary thing. But it was for me, he was my best friend. And now i have to look at him every day and smile and be happy. And i'm happy for him, i'm really happy he's happy. But it's eating me and i can't even admit it to myself, let alone anyone else. So it's just slowly eating me up from the inside.

I'm planning to commit suicide for many reasons. i am married and we only depend to the supports of our both parents, my husband's salary is inadequate for us to supply the needs of our childrens, i have 2 sons and now im 3 months pregnant and i really want to abort it because of our situation and i don't want to see him suffer a lot when i give him a birth so i think that it is much better to abort it. Someone offer me a job, i want it but they dont allow a pregnant women to work so it's a waste opportunity for me. my parents i know they are tired to offer me a help. i also have a problem to my family, i feel jealous with my 2brothers and my sister because my mother gave them whatever they want to wish, but when i come to suggest a thing then they say no to it. how unfair they are between me and my siblings isn't it? give me an advice on how to surpass this. thank you..

My dad, though not entirely racist, is still pretty racist. One time he told me that the 'certain area' of black women were disgusting. So when I told him about my crush, who happened to be black, and he told me to open her Facebook page, I opened some random white girls profile just so he wouldn't look down at me.

My former girlfriend Lina is a manipulative slut. I tried to dump her, she kept coming back but only to make me miserable. So I faked my own death, had notices sent to her, fake family write her and send her a couple of newspaper clippings about my death. Hopefully now I am free of this whore.

So long story short. I have been off and on with my Bf for 7 years. My best friend and his best friend have a baby together and are trying to work things out.. But a lot like my relationship its not getting no where. So me and my BF best friend (K) decided to hang out one night and one thing lead to another. By the end of the night I didn't feel as guilty as I thought I would, because being with K everything felt so right and we have talked about it we have seen each other a couple more times after that night. We both love being around each other text every day and night. Any way I just really don't know what to do at this point.

My parents love my brother more than they love me. It sucks being the second child. He always gets away with stuff, they buy much more expensive stuff for him and when I ask for something that's doesn't even cost that much, they say that we have to save money. My brothers birthday is on The 28th and mine is on the 24th of the same month. This year, I asked for headphones. My parents said no to it. When my brother came back from college he asked my dad for headphones and they went and bought the same headphones that I wanted. I know it seems like I only care about the materialistic stuff but everything is like this. My brother has his own laptop, I don't. My brother has everything I've ever wanted. Whenever we go shopping the first thing my dad does is pick out something and ask if my brother would love it. I hate my brother

I was sexually assaulted by my friend's father, and she doesn't know. And it was bad. She's always been 'daddy's girl' and I bite my tongue every time I think of telling her.