You genuinely hurt my feelings last night. I didn't know you disliked me so much. I don't know if I should have fired off a come back or talked to you about it.

i think about what it would be like to have sex with you all the time

You're the last one that I want to speak to when I go to sleep, and the first one I want to hear when I wake up. I love you.

Now choose me.

My tampon was bothering me this afternoon. No wonder -- when I went to deal with it, turns out I had two (super plus) tampons in. What the hell, vagina? I feel like that shouldn't even be possible for a virgin.

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I'm beginning to realize that I can do a lot better than you, and all that stuff you did to me wasn't worth the time i spent crying over it. I have never felt so free or so happy.

I'm more lonely than I've ever been. It's scary.

I feel like i am always there for my friends. But when it's my turn, no one is there for me.

I never thought I would miss my hometown very much after I left. But today, all I want to do is go back. There's something about the air outside. And if I close my eyes, I can see myself there again. I wish I could go home.

Once, last year, I got drunk alone in my dorm room. I couldn't sleep and was feeling depressed and it was there so I did it. I don't think I'd do it again, but I can't forget it happened.

Everyone I meet has a girlfriend. I have at least three couples on waiting to break up standby, and they never do. It's depressing.

Sometimes I don't know the difference between being idealistic and delusional. That scares me a lot.

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When I liked someone else, I wrote a few songs, as I like to do, and they were mediocre at best. Since meeting, and falling in love with you, I can't remember the last day I didn't work on at least one song about you, and these songs are much better. Thank you for being my muse, and I intend to tell you what you mean to me on saturday. Love You.

I think it's ironic that girls bitch about guys liking more "feminine" girls who actually show a certain level of needing the guy in their life, and how some guys don't find it attractive when girls try so hard to be so hard-nosed independent from anyone(like, straight-up feminist).

But when a guy isn't a prick and he isn't macho, and doesn't drink and party and can actually speak in coherent sentences, and if he shows the slightest inclination of perhaps wanting you around, suddenly he's a "nice guy" who you're just friends with, even though he's the one who's most likely to take a bullet for you, and still keep alive long enough to make sure you've gotten away.

At the end of the day I'm all about abstinence, but there are so many times where I seriously just want to go out and make a girl's wildest fantasies come true, and have the satisfaction of knowing I did.

I've looked back and realized (and have been told) that the vast majority of my female friends were pretty into me. It's rather interesting to know, and yet even so, I still struggle to believe that it's possible.

I still want you. I wish I didn't. Every time I think about it, I feel a little sick inside.

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.