The wars we are fighting are not on my mind. Seriously everybody volunteered to go. I wish them the best but to be honest I don't care. I don't believe they are fighting for my freedom because we never had it at stake in the first place. I do empathize with the dead and dying. However really I'm watching March Madness with friends and my son is safe here. To be honest I don't have any family members in the military right now. Somebody gets to do it and they all chose in. So like many Americans were are enjoying life while "Rome/Iraq" burns. I have no connection to this at all. I don't even watch the news because we are always on road trips and just enjoying life. I said it and now it is out. I could care less what political party wins, when they pull out of Iraq or any other country. Life is happening and that is just a tiny speck of what is going on in this universe. People who send their son's or daughters to war get to deal with the reality....someone is going to die....500,000 people die a day. It's life.
I let people think I like being 'Different', when actually I would give anything just to fit in. I'm 18, and I still don't understand.
I have lived a very selfish life.
I often fantasize that I will be pulling out of the office parking lot on a Friday afternoon with Iron Maiden blasting for all to hear, and at the stoplight I will look over to the next car, and there will be a girl driving it, no passengers with her and single like me, and she will hear the music, and throw the horns, and I'll do the same, and we will meet later and exchange numbers, and start a relationship. But that hasn't happened yet. Usually when I tell a girl I love Heavy Metal, I get an eyeroll or "Um, okay, that's nice".
My body is disgusting. I hate it with a passion. I feel like i royally messed it up. I have bumps on my arm, which i just recently learned is an untreatable skin condition. i am fat. i gained 20 lbs while in college and gained it so fast that now i have stretch marks all over my stomach. if i were to ever lose the weight, i will still never be happy with the way i look because of those damn stretch marks. it is disgusting. i want a new body. i want to start over.
yeah i know im just a typical teenager in a big city, but i have this big issue, i never solve the problems i have they sorta build up, like this one, my boyfriend. He has been my bf for 8 months and idk its kinda ridiculous, the fact is if i were to end it, it would be simply for the sake of finally ending it, i mean i cant say im not a little curious about other guys. But i still love him so much, i dont wanna hurt him and i know i will, i know ill be the one to break his heart. It sucks knowing that and going through your day with it hanging on you like wet clothing. so anyway, there are a few guys that sort of let on they like me or are attracted to me whatever... and idk it just makes me feel like there are so many other people i have options with, its not those ppl specifically, just the prospect that they're open. My bf thinks otherwise tho, he thinks its possible i have a crush on this other guy, when really its the other way around and he shouldn't be mad at me. This guy is so sweet tho, he wrote me a song, just wrote it while he was looking at me playing guitar and its really good. He's so nice to me, but sometimes i just feel like he's acting like that to get points with me or something. i hate it when guys think like that, but i also kinda love it. anyway basically i have to make a really hard choice. do i pick my bf, his money, his house, his romance, and the friends we have together? or do i rely on the fact that maybe it wont be horribly awkward and ill be able to hang out with them like always, just for the possibility that ill be having more fun?
I have looked at bad, inappropriate things and I need to stop and i'm sorry.
i am in love with a slovakian guy. he works a few doors down from where i live. so far i have found out his name, his language, i overheard him once say i liked hockey, he drives a green car. i look out the window about ten times a day between 6 and 12, because those are his working hours, apart from tuesday and thursday which he has off. i carry around a small piece of paper with my phone number and email address on it, in case i ever get brave enough to talk to him. so far i have said hello" in the two years that he has been around. i am so tired of this
I'm 25 and just this past September I let someone get close to me for the first time. She kept our relationship a secret and when it was over, she told me that she loved me, but admitted to me that the reason we were a secret was because she wanted other guys in law school to fawn over her so she could be popular. She treated me terribly and never felt guilty about it. I am ashamed to write it, but I think it's the most a person could ever love me. I don't think I can ever trust another person again.
I'm screaming. Waiting. For you to see how lonely i feel. The pain bestowed upon me. I keep crying for your help. Can't you see I'm drowning? In a pool of my own sorrows, Of MY own pain. Yet you keep filling up the pool with your problems and your anxieties. Why can't you see that I can barely handle my problems? yet you add your own. So I'm left all alone to drown. I've given up calling for help, cause help never arrives. No one was ever there when I needed it, and no one will ever be.
I am a 34 year old woman with a teenage crush on a pizza delivery guy. What is wrong with me?
I put on a facade that I am extremely happy. In reality, I am only somewhat happy. I do have great friends and a great family. But I cannot find a boyfriend. Something is wrong with me. Its not even like I am hideous or smell or am bald or something. I am decent looking, I think. A chance for a relationship seems to come along once every year or so for me, but something always goes wrong. I cant talk to anyone about it, they dont understand.
on the same night my ex came over to tell me she has a new boyfriend and my perfect girl turned me down. im so lonely im going for a walk.
My girlfriends parents are moving to our city. She's really excited but I'm extremely annoyed. Why did they have to pick the city we live in when she has 4 other siblings who live in 4 different cities? They're old and annoying and I have to pretend to tolerate them. They complain about everything and ask the same question like 10 times. If they start visiting everday I'm breaking up with her and moving out.
I have not talked to my mother in 3 months because she is ignoring me and is only paying attention to her new family.
Ever since the breakup, I have no life. I eat, cry, sleep ... wake up the next day and do the same thing.
I am in love with my roommate but I can't have him. I hate him because being around each other constantly makes me yearn for him more and I just get depressed more and more each successive time that I inevitably get disappointed.
When I was a kid, (around 3 to 5) I would grab my moms or my sisters hair, whoever I seemed to be around at the time and stuck it in my ear. I enjoyed the ticklish feeling. Then I got to an age where I couldn't do that anymore, so I would grow my hair out so I could grab my own hair behind the ear lobe and stick it in my ear. Then I started cutting my hair short. So now I just pull out a single hair, stick it in my ear and roll it through my fingers to make it vibrate a little. I do it when I am sad, depressed, nervous and any other negative type emotion. The feeling helps me relax I think...