#24558 I chose not to come here due to aging grandparents,and my parents. However at the school I am at now, I don't feel happy and complete. I wanted to come here so badly. We had everything for me to get instate tuition except an income tax in the state. I'm glad I chose where I am at for my family but for myself I feel empty and I feel like I'm not getting what I want out of college.

#24557 Futurama hits me right in the feels with 7 episodes, their writers knew what was up. These episodes get me tearing up each time doesn't matter that i've seen the episodes like 10 times now;
"The Luck of the Fryish"
"Leela's Homeworld"
"Jurassic Bark"
"Stench and Stenchibility"
"Game of Tones"
"Cold Warriors"
and finally
"Lethal Inspection"
Just POW right in the feeling every time

#24555 I'm happy I found someone who sees me for who I am not my mental disorder.

#24554 Dear boy who I gave my number to on the Downtown Streamline Thursday night:
I was really looking forward to going out with you. However, calling the Streamline driver an asshole for taking you off the regular to get your inconsiderate ass closer to home was one of the most vile things I've recently witnessed. It didn't make you look macho, it didn't make me aspire to spend more time with you. And the confusion and dismay I saw in the driver actually hurt.
When I don't respond to your calls or texts, this will be why. Grow up.

#24553 I hate the people who bring Frisbee's, hammocks and slack lines to school, I have never seen so many people starved for attention

#24552 On Thursday, the 8th, I saw a guy giving out parking tickets. He was wearing a sweater and over by hannon. You are the most handsome man I have ever seen. I wish I had the balls to talk to you. Next time, I'm getting that number.

#24551 When I'm gone.
Know that it was you. It was you that I tried to help, comfort and listen to. Realize it's you, who hurt me the most. I tried to be the best that I could be for you, myself and the situation. I have never crossed you or intended to do so. It hurts to not have anyone to run to your side. It hurts to not have anyone ask sincerely what has happened to you. It hurts to put on a show for all. It hurts that stress is a comforter, so that the Ill in oneself cannot seep in. Nobody wanted to put me through this. Nobody cared enough to pull me out of this. I see the people who are there in a split second because of convenience. I see the campaigns, the stories of survival and the stories of demise. That doesn't change me. It doesn't help or hurt me. You do. What you do infects me more than the short amount of warmth you may give me.
All I want is something, something that will help the majority see a difference in me. Something that makes me feel positive once again. The people that I want to care about me, don't. The people that do, do it for themselves (which is fine and dandy) but not for me.


Why don't you give me any respect? Anywhere, or anytime? Why do you succumb to everyone else's thoughts and ideas but blatantly call mine out. Why do you think that I'm still here? I care more than you think. I care more than you or I wouldn't be here. You are the one person, I felt I could be real with. The one person that I always thought would listen. The one who is not so quick to hit me where it hurts. I just wished it wasn't just for self benefit.


Why do you think you are better than me? Why does it bother you when I feel accomplished? Why do you think I'm pulling a fast one. One day I loved you. The next day I praised myself for not falling for a pessimistic, emotional person. You can be good in life, do it. I never liked how you belittled me. This isn't the sarcasm but the true gut puncher. It fucking hurts when you don't take me into consideration.


Fuck off, you have manipulated me. You have crossed me and lied to me. I don't understand it. Wait I do.
There's something to prove. You hurt me to prove yourself. You lie to me to prove yourself. You hurt so many and act like it wasn't anything. How?

There are you out there who would come to my side in assistance, but you have enough. Your mom has cancer. You have no one either. You legally fucked up. I thank you for who you are. But for some reason it isn't enough or I'd came to you already.

Time is not worth it to me anymore so let us let it end and let those around us move on.

#24550 That moment when you're finally out of the friend zone.