| | 15831 | | recently i decided that sexual activity is more important than sleep. | | | | | 15830 | | Sometimes I think that I’m not doing the right thing with my life; I wanted to be a Veterinarian when I was 6, and now I’m 20 and in college and wondering seriously if I’ll enjoy it. I don’t know. | | | | | 15829 | | I tried to tell my friends as I was growing up that my mother was abusing me, but everyone thought I was lying because she was "so nice" to them in public. I was really proud of myself for surviving it all and getting away from her and moving on to find my true love, but in reality the past is catching up with me.
All of my friends are more like acquaintances who think I'm so perfect, but they not only don't even know me but get mad when I tell them so. I desperately want a friend to speak to, but even beyond the abuse, my life is just . . . really weird and no one gets it (or probably wouldn't believe it). It makes me want to curl up and die, but I keep going on anyway. But, I'm not even sure what for because even if people are proud of my regular accomplishments, it means nothing to me without deep, meaningful relationships.
All my friends want to do is get together, eat things and watch TV, but I want to share something really special where there aren't much for secrets and being vulnerable is more acceptable. I have trouble with social norms, since I wasn't taught any growing up . . . Is there anywhere in the world where you can be close without meeting some special social standard?
I'm tired of other people telling me who I am. I wish someone would actually take an interest in getting to know me . . . and then not leave. It sounds so simple, and yet it's been my entire life (28 years) that I've sought that kind of friendship. Is something like this so far out there? It feels impossible. | | | | | 15828 | | i confess that i still want to be with my ex…. and after 3 years of being apart, well lets just say i’m a few steps past pathetic.
and i hate his new girlfriend. | | | | | 15827 | | Well, I was having an awesome day...then this bullfuckingshit happens...time to hit up the decanter...fuck. fuck. FUCK. FUCK!!!! | | | | | 15826 | | I'm in love with my oldest and best friend. i can't tell him because i think he will reject me. in fact, i'm almost positive that he will reject me. the thing is that the older i get the more i appreciate what we have. i look for it with every guy i meet. it's terrible. i look at pictures of us and i think, "why couldn't we just get it together and see how unstoppable we could have been?" i'm sick about this. the regret over the time that has gone by, the people i wasted myself on, the time we spent away from each other. it haunts me. his face haunts me. our memories haunt me. we have millions. MILLIONS.
i'm sick about this.
| | | | | 15825 | | I was the molester. | | | | | 11018 | | I wish I was the war hero. I've been in the reserve for 7 years now and have never been anywhere. I almost wish I had spent a year in Afghanistan or whatever so I could claim that I was a real soldier. | | | | | 11016 | | It seems so pathetic that one could be so wrapped up in a show that they get angry when something seems amiss, a character you've grown to know acts out of place. Perhaps it's simply a sign that the writing is just that good. | | | | | 11015 | | i would do anything to be with you | | |
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