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I no longer feel comfortable...
I no longer feel comfortable with my friends.
I have this tendency to get...
I have this tendency to get really fascinated with certain people (usually crushes), and obsess over them and try to glean as much as I can of their lives. Not in a stalkeresque way, although I border on it sometimes...think excessive Googling (of them and their friends), figuring out their schedules and then walking by their office to catch a glimpse. Once, after finals were over and our exams were returned, I stole his exam and cut his answers out of it just so that I could have a piece of his handwriting. (I don't think he would have wanted the test back anyway. )I had this sudden urge to search the personals on this one website in my area, specifically to see if I could find (and laugh at) an ad from someone I knew IRL...and I discovered one by this one guy I used to be quietly passionately in love with. I still fantasize about him. Anyway, so these obsessional crushes of mine, I practically worship them from afar. But I'm too scared to go up and actually interact with them. I feel unworthy, and I don't know how to go about making friends with them anyway. It's funny, because you wouldn't think I was like this: everyone tells me I'm beautiful, talented, intelligent. But I was a terribly introverted nerd as a kid and I never quite grew out of that emotionally. And now I'm the girl guys fantasize about, the one you're probably scared to ask out. Sometimes I wonder how many people have secretly obsessed over me- but were too scared to ever tell me how they felt?
I have considered being a...
I have considered being a whore on the side when I'm older, like in addition to another job...I think it would be fun and good extra money.
the other day i ate a bowl of...
the other day i ate a bowl of ramen, some rice and chicken, a bag of flaming hot cheetos, a bottle of tropicana original orange juice, and a chicken bake. i was pretty damn full. but then after 15 minutes i was hungry again. that kind of weirded me out. i'm at the point now where i can't differentiate between hunger and fullness. i'm going to die of a heart attack one day.
I cut myself to prove that...
I cut myself to prove that I've got problems. I used to use a hair pin to draw designs that didn't bleed but left pretty scars. Now I use an exacto I stole from school and sharpened at home. If no one sees the cuts before they're healed then how can anyone know I'm fucked up? But if I tell anyone about them then my only problem is that I crave constant attention. I want someone to grab me by my wrists and slam me against a wall.
sometimes i think i'm so...
sometimes i think i'm so lonely that i'd be willing to fuck the first guy who'd have me. i know it would mess up my life completely, because i'd like to be in a relationship, but sometimes i just get so horny i can't stand it. i know i'm not unfortunately looking, i just can't seem to attract any one to me.
i guess ill never really know...
i guess ill never really know if my girlfriend loves me or not, sometimes its such a turn off she acts like she doesn't care about anything or anyone but herself, everyday i just feel like i like her less and less, im 17 shes 16, i regret sayin i loved her and all this shit, i feel like she uses that against me to do what she wants, i just hate her sometimes it pisses me off, she is full of shit sometimes she acts like she's perfect as soon as i fuck up she gets all on me about it, but when she fucks up she acts like a bitch, whatever if she wants me ill be right here but im not gonna be the only idiot in the relationship
i hope that there's nothing...
i hope that there's nothing after death just so all these biblethumping republicans will be wrong. haha. you just wasted your life preaching false shit. dumbasses.
sometimes when i sit in...
sometimes when i sit in school i put my leg over the other and press them together. somehow it squeezes my vagina and i usually get an oragsm when i do it over and over again
Well it started with this...
Well it started with this goldfish, you see? I bought my four-year-old brother a goldfish, but then my boyfriend's second-cousin twice-removed brought this hair dryer over to my place to be fixed since I'm good with these kinds of things. So there I am, in my boxers and 'Shit Happens' logo tee, trying to fix this goddamn hair dryer when suddenly the fuse blows. My boyfriend's second-cousin twice-removed (or Norbert) starts tapping the the fishbowl singing his ABC's. So I ask him for help with the fuse and he gets this bright idea about giving the plug some 'life' again. Now before I can stop him, Norbert's plunged his whole goddamn hand into the fishbowl. Now I have a fried goldfish, and a dead guy. Thinking, "oh crap, now I'm really screwed"--I began to haul his crispy carcass outside when my grandmother drove up. Nearly blind, she peered out at me curiously,"What the hell you doin' with that log?" she asked, but then I realized that grandma, being nearly blind, couldn't tell which where the brakes and the accelorator of the car. So instead of stopping, she hit the gas and ran me over before backing up over me two or three times.So, some advice?Animal crackers don't taste good with soda.Don't do drugs.
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