I always have this moments at the gym when I see people using really terrible form and I'm worried they'll hurt themselves. I want to go and let them know it could end in injury, but I presume they'll perceive me as a douche just trying to be a smart ass. So I just think to myself "ITS TOO LATE FOR THEM, RUN"

Realized it's my 6th week sober from binge drinking (no judgment if you drink or do drugs by the way, way too hypocritical on my end if i did that). It's my first year clean from self harm since my last relapse. 4 years since she broke my heart. 3 years since I've had to take medications to "correct" the chemical imbalances in my brain. And two years since the last time I considered suicide.

And I've never been happier.

So dis bitch that I meet while she was dating a friend started to talk to me about breaking up with him, over several months, and knew that I liked her. Being the sort of person that will just tell you things regardless of anything and anyone else, if you're talking about breaking up with someone for THAT long, there's something wrong. She even at one point stated that she wanted to break up with him. She told her boyfriend that I would talk to her about these things, knowing he'd get pissed at me for it and not mentioning what she specifically talked about, just the points where I thought they should break up (and sometimes she had really shitty reasons to break up with him, and I told her those were (think of some real Othello bullshit here)). Somewhere in the middle of all that, she does a complete 180, decides that he's the one for her, and passively threatens me. We stop talking, not because the threat had weight, but because when I get threatened by someone it says I need to step back or I stop taking them seriously.

It gets worse because later I find out she was lying about pretty much everything. All the things her boyfriend supposedly said to her, some of the things that happened, or how some of the things happened, she lied to me about just to get me pissed at her boyfriend and her boyfriend pissed at me. I've found out these were lies by reconnecting with a lot of friends that I lost throughout this.... whatever it was. Even found out there was a time she said if she left her boyfriend, she'd go to me, which I just found really odd in the midst of all this.

Now it's sort of weird to see her around. She very obviously doesn't like me, and the feelings are mostly mutual. She likes to go around telling people that I was trying to say I was better for her than her boyfriend, and one point I'll admit that was somewhat true, but I would've told her the same things even without that factor. I mean, several months as a constant subject says there's something wrong. So really the only thing I do about all of that is tell people the story when I'm asked about it, because people who know me even slightly know there's something about hearing that isn't quite right. She likes to go around and tell people some more personal things about me, and I don't care too say much about her other than what happened. I still treat her in a joyful, joking, playful fashion as I find getting pissy to not get anyone anywhere, and she just responds with something like "No, I hit animals." Sorry you're so angry over something that you started, but I'll continue to be the adult and treat this with as much positive things as I can.

Let's play "What's the weirdest/craziest place you've had sex?" I'll start. My boyfriend and I went across the street to a challenge course. We did it there in the open, and we took our time. We also did it in the bushes with spider webs and lots of dead leaves next to an electricity box.

When you sleep next to me at night, sometimes I mouth the words, "I love you" into your neck. But I don't dare to whisper it, for fear that you'll hear me and leave my arms, because I know if you knew how I felt you wouldn't see me anymore. I don't let you use me for sex because I enjoy it, I let you because I love you. And unfortunately, I probably will for a long, long time.

Sticking the back of your pen in your mouth, by habit then realizing it isn't your pen. FUCK!

Too much solitude can really mess with your head, so get on out there and hang out with some people ladies and gentleman.

I'm a lesbian. My friend circle consists of girls and gay guys. Can I just find a chill guy who will play video games, laugh, and check out hot girls with me? Damn.