Apparently my take on "trying to be the good guy" leads me to find girls that have minor flaws that I see as something I can "fix" or help them through. I try to gain their trust and tell them I care about them, and proceed to try to keep them from doing something that is harmful to them. Typically however I'm met with the response that "It's my life and I'll do what I want, and I know you don't agree with it, but I'm going to do it anyways". Why do I keep caring so much about people only to be met with an "I don't care" attitude? I mean I understand independence, but why are people so freaking opposed to having someone help them?

I had once saw a picture of two guys fucking. And oddly it turned me on. I'm a girl too. Is something wrong with me?

There's a girl named Ramona King in one of my classes. I'd like to wife her. Just saying.

Their, i said it.... Tinkerplots is the bain of my existence. Your a dirty skank stats 216

My confession is that I think Ryan Dobb is a fine piece of man, and a total sweetheart at that as well. Too bad I don't see you around Campus anymore.

So, my roommate and I are just hanging out in my house. It was like 3 am. We were fucking around in our own rooms, on Facebook giving each other shit. As time went on I kept on hearing a tapping noise, and clicking. I asked her if she was hearing anything as she is across the house from me. She asked me If i heard the humming. I said no. We then both asked each other if we heard that noise. it sounded like someone was tapping on our windows. So she ran into my room and we have been sitting her listening to these creepy effing noises and not sure what to do. It sounds like someone is humming, then it sounds like someone is tapping on the windows and walking around outside. We are to scared to open the window cause we are both convinced there is someone outside and going to be staring through our window. Anyways. Our house is haunted or there is a creeper outside. Anyone wanna go ghost hunting?

Dear Logan Kotar,
I like you but I'm afraid to tell you because I'm a chicken and I doubt you see me the same way.

I that my boyfriend only loves me when he's drunk. He appreciates me. Loves me. Knows he's lucky. But all that goes away when he's sober