The thing I want most in the world is a complete do-over on my entire life. I can't shake the feeling that it's too late...for everything.

Sometimes it consumes my thoughts so intensely and for so long I miss out on what I'm supposed to be doing now. And that makes me wish I could go back even more. It's a vicious cycle I can't escape.

I've watched porn and masturbated while my roommate was asleep just 5ft away.

I let my suitemate take a shower before me this morning while I shaved, just so I could watch him get out.

The chlorine smell of a swimming pool turns me on.

I've always considered myself straight, but when I got on that elevator in Davis and saw that he was in there, I felt this attraction and desire I've never felt with women.

I DON'T think it was a mistake, and I don't regret it. Pretending it was doesn't erase what happened, it just makes you a liar, and makes me love you a little less. Which might be a good thing...

i drink so i dont have to deal with this shit



but the next morning, the rude awaking is anything but pretty



i just want a break from all of this

Comment here to submit a secret 4/8/08

I haven't done laundry in two weeks. If I smell next time you see me, it's not my B.O. it's my laziness...

I'm sorry I wasn't as helpful or as nice as I should've been. I love hanging out with you despite the fact that most of my friends don't like you very much. You are so much fun to be around.

I think I might be bisexual. How do I tell my girlfriend this? I still love her and am very much attracted to her.

i'm starting to worry that i don't know how to be truly happy anymore.

somebody help?

The more I've thought about it the less I believe you felt or feel bad about what happened. Your actions certainly didn't show it.

my friends always tell me they appreciate me being brutally honest with them.

i don't want their thanks, i just want them to return the favor.

I like it when my male friends flirt with me even though I have a boyfriend whom I love and I know my friends don't actually mean it.

It makes me believe I might actually be pretty or special or something.

I had no idea that a penis that large actually existed.

But apparently size doesn't matter.

My roommate is a gross slob and I fucking hate cleaning up after him.

I hate the fact that you like other men.