I’m having so much trouble getting over my ex. It’s been a couple of months, but
I just sit and every little thing reminds me of him. I counted one day, just to
see, and I thought of him at least twice and hour. That’s ridiculous! I want to
get over him, but deep down I still want to get back together.
I wish I seized the chance. . . the moment you mentioned of Hiking & Mt.
Charleston to me — I wish I hadn’t changed the subject on you. I wish I
didn’t get scared that you were my professor and I’m your mere student — that
a speck of ethics didn’t take hold on me and FEAR of falling for you! I wish I
hadn’t gotten intimated by your accomplishments in life, then MAYBE, just
maybe. . . my thoughts of you and my fantasies of making love to you have been
fulfilled and I would surely know there is a definite “us”, that I would know
what YOUR lips felt like, EVERYTIME we kiss. I wish I could tell you I MISSED
YOU on the days I’m not in your class, Oh, how I wish. . . you’d come around
again to your senses and mention hiking and Mt. Charleston to me ONCE more -
‘coz this time, I would never hesitate at all to say — I’D LOVE TO! I’ve
waited for you ALL THIS TIME. . . come to me, hold me tight and I’ll never let
you go and by the way, I think I’d fallen for YOU and I didn’t even know it,
’til now.
This is going to sound gross, but I’m just wondering does any other girl have
buttcrack hair? Not like hair infestation, but pubic hair that spills over onto
the anal regions? Sick, I get it, but I’m hoping I can’t be the only one. I
shave my pubes and wax my crack. I just get really freaked out about having sex
when the hair starts coming back. It’s not obvious really, I just hate having
hair anywhere.
My bf said that since we’re in an adult relationship we should get intimate with
each other. He’s been patient w/me for months now because I’m a virgin. I want
what he wants too, and that’s to be able to experience sexual pleasure. He told
me that it’s going to be hard at first to get used to the penetration, but that
if we practice it everyday that it will be easier and more enjoyable. I’ve let
him fingered me to prepare for that, but I was wondering what else we should do
to make penetration less painful?
I can’t stand Christmas. I don’t care about people celebrating; I think that’s
great. But when I can’t step in public without hearing one of the five
Christmas songs that are on permanent loop, it makes me feel like I’m going
insane. I want to hibernate until it’s all over. It needs to be more about
community and less about consumerism.
I will never forget you
I will never forget the few hours we spent together
They will be burnt into my heart forever
I will never forget the color of your eyes
I will never forget the way your face crinkles when you smile
I will never forget the scar your leg
I will never forget the lines on your hands and how it felt when you touched me
for the first time
Why do you torture me like this
I want to see you
I want to be with you forever
I want to run
and jump
and climb
and swim
and dive
and ride
and be
with you
When will I see you again?
Good lord I want to nail you. I wonder if that’d screw up our friendship. Maybe
it won’t be a big deal.
I don’t believe in astrology. Or at least I tell myself that. But every time I
read my boyfriend’s astrological forecast, it seems dead on (after the fact –
days after). Dates are dead on with the circumstances. I can’t tell if I’m
making them self-fulfilling prophecies or what (ie, I see that he’s going to
sever a relationship next February, so I behave in ways he will feel the need
to sever the relationship… with that said, I haven’t read the forecast until
a couple days ago, but all the dates they specified things like that would
happen… happen on those days. It’s freaky). ARRRGH. I need to stop reading
these things… because like I said, I don’t believe in it… but I guess deep
down I do? Or at least I’m beginning to believe it because of these crazy
coincidences…
confession n. A written or oral statement acknowledging guilt, made by one who has been accused or charged with an offense.
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It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
— Oscar Wilde
It's kind of like being in someone's head while they're praying or thinking about things they'd never say outloud.
— Yaflapkik
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