I HATE Carrboro.

You asked me why I was living so far away next year. I told you I couldn't afford Chapel Hill. Truth is that I'm living with him next year, and it's easier for both of us being half way. I'm not going to tell you the truth, you'll find out eventually.

I miss you sometimes. Sometimes I want to talk to you more, but I have to hold myself back because I'm finally okay with where we are. I'm afraid that if I talk to you more, it might ruin both of our new relationships.

I like you, I know you at least realize that my feelings for you exist, but I'm like 99.99% sure that you do not reciprocate my feelings. I am not the kind of person to come out and tell you how I feel, and I am not going to stop liking you. I wish you would give me a sign to just give up on you because I won't until I know for sure that we don't have a chance at being together.

My girlfriend has loved me since before we started dating. She's the sweetest, nicest, most intelligent, amazing person I've ever met, and I feel like the luckiest guy on campus because I'm with her.

Since being with her, I've felt extremely content and validated, but have not acquired the joy I've felt in other relationships. I want nothing more than to feel that joy and longing for her in this relationship, but it hasn't come yet. Maybe my last one broke me. I've never broken anyone's heart before, but I feel like it's inevitable, and like people here and elsewhere would want to smack me for entertaining the thought of throwing away someone so special.

Maybe I did deserve to have my heart broken.

I only met her once. I only spoke with her for about 5 minutes. She then gave a presentation about Carolina -- "excellence with a heart." And I still miss Eve.

Eve Carson day depresses me. If I died, there would be no campus-wide mourning ceremony, no Daily Tar Heel spread, no speeches by the chancellor. Nobody would give a shit.

I need you to stop being so on again/off again with him. I want to prove to you that when you're with the right person, relationships are great!

I really believe that if the media didn't bitch about the economy so much, the economy would be better.

Media, movies, and tv dont only make me feel fat; they make me feel like a social failure. Since childhood they have ingrained in me the image of what I should be or have: taller, thinner, more outgoing, happier, fitter, bigger boobs, smaller ass, tighter jeans, cuter shoes, tinier swimsuits, lots of dates or a sweet and attractive boyfriend, dreams of a high-powered career, three kids, and a loving husband. This is a single round hole, I'm a square peg, and, therefore, I've felt bad about myself for going on 12 years now...

I think I might be the only woman on this campus who doesn't want a boyfriend.

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Things that suck about my life:

-Try as I might, and despite being reaffirmed that I am a "Good Guy," I can't get a date.
-Try as I might, I can spend hours on an assignment and still fail it.
-My parents want to micromanage my life to the point where they know my grades before I do, because they check all of my UNC stuff (email, blackboard, etc)

Things about my life that don't suck
-My friends actually care about me, and they know how much I hate myself. Without them, I honestly don't know if I could wake up each day.

I hate that I am "fat" by media/celebrity standards. I weigh 130 pounds. I shouldn't feel bad about that.

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I am single, have a bitchy roommate, am still in the closet to my parents, worry that one of my good friends has a crush on me, haven't had sex in over six months, and have had three days of schoolwork and midterms pile up because I've been sick. I have a severe form of amnesia, and my best friend has been halfway across the world for the past year.

And yet I'm completely content with my life. When I read this website, I sometimes feel bad being happy when there are so many sad little secrets out there. But maybe I'm not the one with the problem.

I tolerate but secretly loathe it when people say "You're a girl, you can get a guy whenever you want to." If it was that easy, I wouldn't be alone my entire life.

This is a conversation I've put off with my parents for a long while...

"Hi mom, I have a boyfriend. I love him. Hi dad, I don't really want to be a surgeon. I don't really want to work with you in the operating room."

I want to sleep for days. I'm so tired that I can hardly stand it. From the moment that I wake up, the only thing I want to do is go back to sleep.

I felt like such a waste of space that I ended up screaming and crying in my car. You were the only person that I wanted to talk to, but you were the reason that I was crying. And I can't stand it anymore.