Sometimes I wish I could just sleep with other people. My friend does it so casually, and I'm so horny! I just can't do that, though. I need to really know and trust the person. Dammit.

I hate asking my roommate for money, but she totally owes me $50.

Suddenly, despite all of the shit, I find myself missing you. I don't want you back... I just want someone to talk to, and I miss what we had.

I've ignored other secrets you've let slip lately, but this time it's tougher for me to do that. I just don't understand why you thought it was okay to tell someone else something like that.

I'm not going to get on your case about it, though. I love you and I know you mean well.

When you came out to me, you talked about how scared you've been your entire life and you said I couldn't understand how much it hurts not to be able to be who you are inside.
You were wrong.

I still have trouble believing he is as "completely in love with me" as he claims. My secret problems like this are secretly destroying our relationship and I hope I can fix my inhibitions before its too late because I at least know I want both of us to feel that way, and I think we do.

I'm working out, dieting and losing weight the right way. I feel great! I haven't nearly reached my goals yet, but I know I'm on the way. One of them is to be in a lot better shape than when we dated, and who you currently do. Thanks for that extra edge of motivation!

I don't care about the student body president race. I just don't. I hate it when you come to my dorm room (Didn't housing prohibit this?), I hate it when you bother me as I try to go to Lenoir, and I even ripped my jacket on one of the A-frames in the pit this weekend. I'm voting for Hallie Lipsey.

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While I recognize that I have a ton of time left and that I'm probably at least somewhere around average-looking, I worry every day that I'll die a virgin.

My friend just asked me for my leftover painkillers to sell so that they could make ends meet, giving me some of the profit. Part of me finds it despicable, and part of me could really use the extra cash.

Ever since I was raped, I have stopped caring about who I have sex with. I'm secretly hoping that one will realize I am the girl they have been hoping to find and that they will love me.

I hate how cynical I've become toward men in college.

it broke my heart, too

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I was the one who put up the fake SBP A-frame in the pit, and no one even suspects me.

I judge people who wear Uggs.

I'm in pain all the time, have doubts about my own abilities, and can't pipe up to the girl I've fallen for. But I realize now that I'm loved no matter what, and that life is a beautiful thing. I'm (and hope you do, too) going to seize it!

I haven't had sex in almost 2.5 years, and I'm really okay with it.

Sometimes I steal food from places that I think are over charging.