mr snickers is sick an im bummed because i always made fun of him.
anonymous on Feb 8, 2010
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I'm more afraid than I let on. I'm actually dreading the day you move away. I've been crying like it's already happened, even. All I have is hope and my trust for you. I hope that's enough to get us through the next 4 years. Or 5. :/
Terrified on Feb 7, 2010
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i never have the heart to say it but sometimes i just want to scream "I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT" when my girlfriend is talking about some things.
anonymous on Feb 5, 2010
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I'm afraid I'll never be able to be comfortable with my body when I'm around my boyfriend. I'm afraid when were ready, I won't be able to make love to him like I want to because my insecurities are so high. I'm afraid I'll never see myself as beautiful the way he sees me.
anonymous on Jan 29, 2010
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You started this, October 19th. You asked me to hang out, we did. We suddenly became the best of friends. I remember my head laying in your lap, you were tickling me, and we both had huge smiles on our face. I went home that night with a smile on my face. I had finally gotten over JS. The next day we hung out again three times. You kissed me the third time. We had sex. Over the next several months this became 'our' thing. Everything we did, we did together. You told everyone we were a thing. Which made me really happy. I remember getting high at Red Willow together, driving down the street blasting music. Life was so good. And then something terrible happened. You slept with her. You had sex with MY best friend. I almost killed myself the night i found this out. Ever since life has been so different. Last sunday you called. I came. I'm disgusting. And the worst part of all of this is just because you said 'don't hook up with any other guys but me.. I'm not planning on hooking up with anyone else for a while. You promised we'd be tight again. Guess most promises are made to be broken. Thanks for ruining the last 5 months of my life.
21101 on Jan 29, 2010
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I hate the fact that I started to like you. I never knew if you actually liked me back, I do not know what love is and do not know what we had. I hate the fact that you tell me we had something and that I screwed it up. If we had something why did you let it go. The sad part is I hope that you read this and figure out that its me writing. You played me against my friend. You screwed him up, screwed me up and for some reason, if you came and held my, hand I would not let go. I hate that! I hate the power that I have given you. I hate feeling like this and hate the fact that i can't focus on other things. i pretend to be happy when I'm actually dying inside. I love what we had...it was special, at least to me. I hate you and hope i can forget you...but you won't let me =(
anonymous on Jan 29, 2010
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I just want you to know that even though I'll probably never meet you—or if I do, neither one of us will be aware—I understand exactly what you're talking about.
Really. I do.
anonymous on Jan 29, 2010
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I dont think i feel like being mormon any more.
anonymous from San Diego, CA on Jan 27, 2010
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I'm too embarrassed to tell my parents and friends that we met on match.com, so I've been telling them we met at church.
anonymous on Jan 23, 2010
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Tatsumaki Senpuu-Kyaku!!!!
Ken on Jan 22, 2010
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