My best friend uses me so much, and every time I feel that I've reached my breaking point, something draws me back into it. I just don't know when I'll be able to say stop.

Sometimes I wish that I would develop an eating disorder. Then sometimes I'm scared that I already have.

Bitches, grow a pair and tell me what the hell is going on. This isn't fucking middle school anymore.

I know that you don't want to do long distance, and to be honest, I don't either. But really! Look at what we're doing. I talk to you every day, I tell you everything, you know everything about me, I know that you love me and that I love you! So what if I haven't seen you in over a year. I'm yours, and you know it. Now just let me say that I love you!

Sometimes I just want to stop trying in school. Not hand in my mid-terms. Say "screw you, I have better things to do than write that paper. Like sleeping." But alas, and back to paper writing.

I wish that I could tell you how utterly disappointed in you I am at this moment. But, because I care so much about you, I probably will sugar coat it and pretend that what you just did didn't make cry.

I plan on having a high-powered career, but secretly dream of helping my future kids get ready for their school dances, and having a beautiful home that everyone wants to be in.

I wish I could get in a relationship, for once.

I don't know whether or not "The Jasmine Consensus" was actually a well-intentioned political pursuit, or just a bunch of people being really vindictive.

I never really learned how to make friends, so now I don't have any. I'm afraid I'll be alone all my life.