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I’m pretty sure that I was just entertainment for the girl that I liked. That
makes me a real chump, though at least I never spent money on her.

I have been masterbating almost everyday from the age of 10 (as long as I
remember). Sometimes even five times a day. My age is 21. I have tried my whole
life to stop masturbating, but I couldn’t. I rub my penis against the bed, when
I don’t have one then against anything I can get, floor, wall, etc. I don’t
even have a partner and I need one very badly. But now I find myself not that
sexually aroused as I used to be until I was 18. I don’t know what to do. I
have so much sadness in life, I can’t stop myself masterbating and I don’t feel
good after masterbation.

I just came to New York City last spring semester and I still don’t have a
boyfriend or girlfriend in a city of 9 million people. Doesn’t it really suck?
I mean how can I have one. Yes, I’m bisexual!Everybody runs away from the
classes as soon as they end as if it’s a prison. And I can’t talk in the class
and even if I try to, people don’t really react. It’s not that I have any flaw.
I have a good great physical appearence and yes, I don’t stink either. Please
gimme some tips.

There are times when I really wish I was bisexual, instead of just mostly (think
a 1.5-2 versus a 3 on the Kinsey scale) so I wouldn’t have any problem with
having fun with a couple. The guy’s really, really cute.

Even if I weren’t your best friend, I’d still sleep with you just so I could
know that I was your first and that no matter what, my roommate would never
have that.

its been four years and i cant stop thinking about your hot body pressed against
mine in your office. i was a trouble maker but i blame you for it. the way you
threatened to spank me and yelled at me, only made u that more irrestistable. i
know nobody knew about us, but i hope you would leave your wife and run away
with me where we can both escape this oppression. i love you G. i always
will…

I love my brother more than anyone else in the world, so when he hurts me, it
hurts the most out of anything. I wish I could place less importance on him or
his words, but I just can’t. I hate that he doesn’t get that the smallest,
tiniest infraction cuts me so deep.

I’m one of those girls that has loads of guys friends, but they all see me as
‘one of the guys’ and not really as a girl. just one of them. Its like no one
is really interested in me.

I’m confused. It’s my last year of college, I’m less interested in a
“relationship” than I’ve ever been in my entire life, I’m fatter than I’ve ever
been (and I’m not talking typical-girl “Oh, I’m so faaaaat” type- think
~200lbs), and yet I couldn’t beat the guys around me off with a stick even if I
tried. WTF.

I was never afraid of my future until I met the man I want to spend the rest of
my life with. Now I am terrified. This is only because I am willing to do
whatever it takes to make this relationship work for life… which takes
planning on my part. He does talk about marriage, but he makes it clear that he
is never one for plans… how he would rather me not move to be with him if he
goes away for grad school (because he doesn’t want me to alter my life
completely for him). I am incredibly frustrated over the lack of security. Does
this make me “one of those girls?” Does he just not know what he wants, period,
and is trying to keep me on for the ride until he figures it out? Isn’t that
what we’re all doing in life? This is driving me to tears almost every night.
Logically I figure the relationship isn’t working if I’m crying myself to sleep
constantly, but 99% of the time I’m happy with him. Argh. I feel like there is
something wrong with me.