every night i wish for you upon a star but darling, i have run out of stars. i really do wonder what it will take for you to notice me.

When you criminalize the entire white population i get defensive. Please know that many of us are doing the best we can. Please be patient and help us learn.

I know I will never fully understand what it is like to be a minority.

We share so much with each other, but I actually really like you. It makes me feel so dishonest.

I can't decide which is worse to me....going this long of a time without sex or knowing that you've been getting it from him.

I told my parents that I turned down the job...in reality they revoked the offer because I delayed on signing the contract in a weak attempt to avoid reality.

i would do anything to be thin. sometimes i wish i could be a coke addict, so i could be thin. or have an eating disorder. or become seriously ill for a short amount of time. long enough to lose weight.

nothing else seems to work.

I am afraid that I am becoming the person that I used to hate my boyfriend for being.

I cheated on him the first time, thinking of it as payback. Now I can't stop. If I stopped hanging out with the guy, I could stop cheating, but I enjoy his company.

Maybe that is the sacrifice I need to make.

I got bored this morning - so instead of studying I took nude pictures of myself...I'm still debating whether or not to send them to you!

I cheated on you. It was that night you got mad at me. And two nights later, when you asked if I had cheated on you and I said no? I lied. That was the night I asked for a break. And then I went over and slept with him again. And that time, I spent the night.

I'll never tell you and I'll take it to the grave. It would hurt you too much to know the truth.

every once in a while, I hope that one of my friends has a terrible accident, so that I will be able to show off all the medical knowledge I've learned here and save his or her life ...

I want to feel like a hero. but instead I just feel kind of sickened for wishing this

I'm still angry. I feel like it's been too long, like I should just get over it...but I can't. And I can't tell you.

it's time for me to stop talking to you. almost. maybe.

Sometimes I'm afraid my main motivation for wanting to get into a really prestigious grad school is just to say 'fuck you' to those people who considered me stupid.

Just end this nightmare and get me out of here already. And I'm not talking about exams either.

i tell you everything love. except that right before we got together i slept with someone else.

i'm sorry. i don't know why i did it. i didnt want to make you feel bad or think less of me.

I hate that we've lived together for an entire year almost, and I feel like you don't trust me, respect me, or even like me. I think we started as friends, but living with you feels like you're just this person that I see every now and then who, when her real friends are unavailable, then deigns to let me be a friend. This is an awful way to be

I wish I could tell you that I miss how close we used to be. It's like we don't know each other now.

I really do not care about my exams, and it actually liberates me when I know that I did bad on one.

You knew all the right moves to make. You knew how to catch me off guard. You knew how to make me want you more. Your presence fills that place between dreams and reality. That place that’s there and not there. That place that I wish could somehow be materialized. That place that feels euphoric as it circulates. How did you turn me upside down?

Roommate:

Our room is not magically immune to the social standards that govern the rest of the world. Mature individuals are generally cordial and amicable, teasing one another occasionally, and only in an appropriate manner. Immature individuals, on the other hand, hack away at those closest to them, until only eroded fragments of a once healthy friendship remain. When you return from class, your inner asshole reveals itself. You find this behavior to be quite humorous. On rare occasions, your general negativity and utter lack of decency do make me laugh; even then, it is because the malicious nature of your comments is so over-the-top, I can't help it. Contrary to what you may think, you aren't blessing anyone with your presence here. I put up with your bullshit because I'm not a prick like you. Worst of all, you have a fake persona outside the room that makes everyone adore you. I know who you really are and I hate you for it.

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