I was going to meet my driving teacher for the first time. On the phone I described myself as -I am fat and with glasses-.. And he replied -Thats ok, no problem- ??!!?

You always tell me how this guy likes you, this one thinks you're hot, this one was checking you out. It gets old after a while, especially when you tell me that the guy I've liked for months thinks you're -really hot- and that he checks you out every time he sees you. Do you even realize that every time you share another story of -that guy who was checking me out-, you push my self-confidence lower and lower? You even have the nerve to ask 'What's wrong' when you know exactly whats wrong. I say 'It's nothing' and you run on your merry way, happy because you're always the apple of everyone's eye. The sad part is, when I see you again on Tuesday, I'll go straight back to my fake, happy old self and I'll push down every ounce of my pain, just so you don't get mad at me. For once, I wish I could be the beautiful princess, not the ugly stepsister.

I don't believe in love. I don't think it exists. I have a boyfriend though, and it scares the crap out of me, but I don't end it because I don't want to think of myself as weak. What scares me the most about the whole situation is the fact that my best guy friend is the one I'm attracted to. He knows all the nitty gritty things and he holds me and tells me he'll always be there. I feel like my heart is with him, but I don't believe in love. I'm just so confused. Should I tell him what I feel?

I slept with a married man. The way he didn't hesitate, the way he initiated, I know that I'm not the first girl he's strayed with. But I don't care. I'm desperate enough not to care. I know this is going to end horribly and I don't care.

I fell in love with a married man, after 9 months he left his wife for me but I still haven't been able to leave my boyfriend for him. I love two very different men in two very different ways and I've lied to them both.

I started getting in some serious financial trouble so I got every credit card I had and went out and charged them all up to their limit. Probably $10,000. I bought things I knew I'd never pay for and things I never could afford. I bought a $1400 Prada handbag, had my backyard fenced with stockade fencing, took friends out for expensive meals, ordered camping equipment and I don't even camp, just thought I might need it someday. I figured - if I was going to file bankruptcy and ruin my credit for the next 10 years I might as well do it large. I felt no guilt whatsoever. It was a huge -high- to order things online and shop for anything I wanted. I'd never been happier and at the same time felt so bad. Now I'm broke and have no credit.

I tell my best friend dat i had sex with this guy...and she believes me but 'm really a virgin and im 14 and never had a boyfriend. But i feel so much better when i lie to her!

I'll confess, I'm glad you haven't spoken to me in a week. And in fact I'll own up to everything and when it comes down to it, I hate you. I really do, I'm not being dramatic. I think I might truly hate you. And you know what's the funny part? I don't even care anymore. You say you miss me, the genuineness of it all; now words fall flat then silence. We don't know each other anymore. Let it go. I've grown from my pain, you drown yours in the bottom of a bottle, in the arms of whichever man or woman for the night; there's the difference. Broken people cannot find comfort in each other, no matter how purely visceral or physical the desires. You need to stop forcing this; we ‘lose touch’ so often because I let you go, you come back because you’re scared. This is not friendship, you are not my lover, and this is a perversion of any form of relationship. Please don't try to forge this again. And honestly? Familiarity breeds contempt, and I basically hate you. I'm moving on, you can too.