Confessions

I love you. With all my heart. You’re sweet, cute, funny, nerdy, and everything I like in a guy. You stand up for me when someone hurts me. Even though we’re two years apart, and I’m an inch taller than you, you’re… I don’t know how to explain it. I love you. I’m so glad I met you. And I know I’m like your obsessed girlfriend, but, you’re the only guy I’ve ever dated who wasn’t a complete asshole. And you’re so fucking sweet. And you know how to make me smile even when I’m having a bad day. And even though you’re a Nazi, and I’m a Soviet, I fucking love your stupid little ass. And I’ve said and like 04832094 million times in this. Anywho, I love you, and you’re my bitch <3 Love, bird. ouo ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

I constantly have sex with my best friend even though he has a girlfriend. We stated that if any of us started dating someone we would stop. But that is not the case. I can’t help myself. Every time he touches me i can’t stop myself and apparently nether can he.

Sometimes it hurts that I don’t have him completely but but sometimes I’m ok with us still doing it.

Been human is so weird….

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You aren’t the only one.

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choose your own destiny, nothing is keeping you in that mold.

my entire community (black, in oakland) makes me so embarrassed, everyone is running around shooting and robbing each other (one of our local schools funded by donations for the gifted was recently looted)
and everyone’s highest aspirations are welfare. frankly, there must have been some sort of genetic mistake making me black, because all black people i know are unbelievable retarded and lazy. cheers to a life i didn’t pick

I
FUCKING
HATE
PEOPLE
AND
THEIR
STUPID
SOCIAL
CONVENTIONS

I believe in us. I need you here beside me. talk to me somewhere else if you’re here.

I haven’t found anyone in this world capable of understand my views, my thoughts, myself actually… That makes one feel really lonely.

I really hope that she’s the one. I hope that our families can get over the fact that we’re both girls. I hope that I get to marry her one day.

homo sword fight lmao

I still want you so bad.

believe me, you don’t.

Day by day, it’s getting harder for me to fight and deny the urges from what crouches in the dark corners of my soul.

I feel like I completely bore you now.

Old people like to do this thing with me where they open the door first even though they see me walking through it, resulting in them blocking the doorway, sort of like a Mexican standoff. I just let them go because I don’t want to get dragged down into this weird homo sword fight

I think that our sex problem is that you’re so used to having to be the one who pleases with out getting to cum and I’m so used to having to be the one who pleases with out the big O that we’re both so concerned about giving each other an orgasm we were trying too hard…I wish yours was bigger though

I really am glad we got to be together one last time, but it doesn’t make it easier. I liked texting you. I liked having a secret friend. I know it was all wrong. I don’t know why I’m not sorry about it. I hate that I did this to my husband. I hate that you did this to your wife. I hope they never find out. But I loved being with you.

I’m so lonely, and desperate for acceptance I’ve seriously contemplated joining Scientology. I know it’s a cult. I know it’s dangerous. I know they’ll do nothing but take the money I don’t have.

I just want to feel accepted. By somebody. Anybody.

Mexicans want to make your life worse

I really like you. I’ve gone over the moment that we made out like 1000 times in my head, and each time I replay it new memories about that night come back to me. I’ve never liked someone as much as I like you. We are good friends, and I’m worried that this might ruin that. I want more than friendship with you, and I hope you feel the same way. Whenever I see you I avoid eye contact and I make the effort not to say hello. This isn’t because I don’t like you, because I really do, but I’m afraid that you might see how much I like you in my eyes or in the enthusiastic way I greet you. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself and that I’ll blow my cover and you’ll see that I think I might love you. Just a little bit.