I'm not busy. I'm not studying for exams. I'm not stressed. I just don't want you to know that I'm too much of a loser to go out.

I hate it how people nonchalantly talk or joke about cancer. I hate hearing the word. I hate seeing stuff about Relay for Life. I hate how all these made-for-tv movies about overcoming the bump in the road that is cancer. It's not just something you triumph through. It's not pink ribbons you put on your backpack. It's seeing a parent hovered over the toilet for weeks at a time. Watching the people you love most become vulnerable.

But I could never say this to anyone because it sounds like I'm a bitch. So I put up listening to all the commercials and fundraiser announcements, when all I want to do is forget.

I wish I wasn't only attracted to quiet girls. You know, the ones who I have the least chance of meeting out in public.

i'm so tired of pretending to be happy and listening to everyone else talk about their lives...when nobody asks me about mine.

I don't know the names of our basketball team.

I can't stop leaving lame emo away messages.

The next time you and your obnoxious, prick of a boyfriend make out, have sex, or talk while I'm trying to sleep, I might come over and throw up on the both of you.

I can't wait until I find a great guy to love and spend time with again...

although I secretly believe that guys just can't love as deeply as girls can. and that makes me so sad

i like you. a lot. but i pushed you away because i was embarrassed and self conscious. not that you're embarrassing i just am too concerned with what others think.

why do i have the unglamorous eating disorder? binge eating, lack of self control, shame, humility. i cant tell anyone about it because its simply so embarrassing.

i secretly wonder if he has had sex with other girls since me, and if he couldn't get it up with them either.

things are NOT normal. how can you act like things are normal when i'm still so hurt and angry?

i'm a political science major ..... and i hate politics!!! i'm not even registered to vote!

i write lil wayne lyrics on the cubicles in davis in bold black ink. we need a little witty distraction i think sometimes.

Now that we're speaking again, I'm suffering more each and every day because I can't hold you in my arms like I used to. I would give anything for you to lean on me and let me love you again.

I take music lessons and I haven't practiced all year. My teacher tells me how I'm obviously working hard...nope. I'm not.

You know how you've been nasty to me since the day you started dating him? Getting all snarky and acting like you're better than me, because you snagged the guy I wanted.

Guess what: he's been sleeping with me for the past year, months before he even met you. And you two have been dating since fall and haven't done more than kiss. You say it's because he recognizes what a respectable and decent woman you are. Really, it's because he finds you repulsive. But you're rich and eager to support his hobbies, so he'll play along for now. Guess what, I WIN.

most of the people i have met in my time at carolina really have turned out to be shitty people that are really uninteresting. where are all the good people hiding?

we dated less that 3 months... i took your virginity.... just want to let you know that you were really awful in bed and i tried really really hard to put up with it. i was always really confused cause you were such a hot guy. disappointing.

I'm breaking up with you.

I flooded the ticket lottery with entries for the Ohio State game last year. It worked, but they caught on to me after that game and it didn't work again after then. Sorry if I ruined it for anyone else who had that idea... but for that game, it was worth it.

I'm almost a junior and I'm a virgin. I don't want to be. If a random, decent-looking guy walked up to me and said 'let's do this', I would, no questions asked and no strings attached, just so I could get over the fear I have that I'll be terrible at sex once I do start having it.

i HATE going out because i'm SUPER lazy and don't want to fix my hair and i also LOVE waking up without hangovers.

I fake more than half of my orgasms with him, but the truth is, no one else could give me any... so I still think it's a sign.

The day you broke up with me, I was diagnosed with lymphoma. I didn't tell you, because even though I love you, and I want nothing more than to have you by my side, seeing me through chemo...I know you'd be doing it out of pity, and not love. I want you to come back of your own accord, because you love me...before it's too late. Please hurry.

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