To the people who just make fun of people's confessions with sarcastic comments didn't your mother ever tell you that if you don't have something nice to say then don't say anything at all. Also I pissed on someone's red jeep yesterday in the parking garage because I couldn't hold it in on the walk back to my dorm

I love the days I don't wear makeup and can actually rub my eyes.

I hate late nights when you're lying in bed and can't sleep. When your mind starts to wander and bring back old memories. Memories that you thought you were over. Moments that make you look back and miss everything that was, that make you question if you have and if you are making the right decisions in your life. Or if you're fucking everything up and will never live a full and happy life. If only there were a switch to turn your mind off when needed. Maybe life would be less stressful and worrisome..

When I tell guys I'm a Satanist, they simply get out of my life.

It's kinda stupid to be so closed minded about such things, but you wanted to know my religion. Here you go.

Not theistic Satanism...

If you are going to judge, do a little research.

The 90's are over. ...that kind of mindset about Satanism... grow up.

Seeing all these comments on race and stereotypes made me think of this poem my Ethnic Studies teacher presented it to my class and ever since then it has been my motto.
In Lak’ech
Tú eres mi otro yo.
You are my other me.
Si te hago daño a ti,
If I do harm to you,
Me hago daño a mi mismo.
I do harm to myself.
Si te amo y respeto,
If I love and respect you,
Me amo y respeto yo.
I love and respect myself.
Something to think about before you say and do things.

Hey people, this page has gotten pretty dismal lately, so I want to share a story with a happy ending.
My senior year of high school, I got into Taylor Swift--angsty teen emotions and whatnot. I brought this up during a couple of my classes, and in one a girl mentioned that she had all of TSwizzle's albums, and I could borrow them if I wanted. Naturally, I did, and I wound up talking through some of my other-female-induced angst with her. We started hanging out, and surprised a lot of people by going to senior prom together (it was the first high school dance I attended). Fast forward a couple of years and we're still happily together, despite a 500-mile separation.
I only recently found out that when she offered to let me borrow those albums, kicking all of this off, she didn't own a single one. She went home and bought them that night.

I rang this guys door bell that fucked me over to give him a piece of my mind but decided to punch him right up in his man business instead and yell "You know why!"

Is it sad that the only reason I keep going to the library is because I have this scenario that a cute guy will actually come talk to me... lol