I rattled off the neuro chemistry of depression for years on exams, but it took me until age 22, working with depressed individuals, to understand it. I feel fortunate to not have those imbalances, and I want anyone reading this to take a moment and think about someone you know with depression, and remember that they wish they could enjoy things like we do, but sometimes just can't. They're not sad or lethargic for attention's sake, and it's important to briefly remind them of their worth to you.
That is all.

Live in the grove. Girl who turned me down showed up after I brought another into my room. She was on top, ass facing the door. She walks in and gets asked "how does my ass look". She turned me down, why is she upset?

I'm scared I'll run out of things to say. Conversations actually take work now and it's weird.

I feel like shit, Therefore I look like shit. But I still have to pullout the "Sorry, I have a boyfriend". When the sad truth is I don't. :/

I keep buying dominos so I can see the cute cashier but I never ask her out and I just keep spending money. Fml

Hi, dorm-hopper here, I just wanted to give a big warm fuck you to all the commenters on my last confession. For your information,
I got a full ride to NAU and work 40+ hours a week. I work my ass off and yes, I choose to remain a dorm hopper so I can save money for a better future. A lot of you assholes still mooch off your dear old ma and pa, one word, pathetic. Peace out fuckers.

It's one of my fantasies to give a guy a blow job from under a desk either in a classroom or in a library. I blame my ex fwb for putting that idea in my head. Now everytime I see his snapchat of him in the library I think of it

I think it's hilarious when women say they don't do shit like getting dressed for attention, and they just do it for themselves. Getting attention is like the core essence of who you people are. You live for attention. Get real.