I feel like I need a sex tutor. Someone to teach me how to be less awkward and feel more comfortable in sexual moments.

Having 8am classes every morning is really starting to harsh my mellow.

My group of friends from freshman year has all but completely separated. I'm sad that we have grown apart but I'm also really glad that they were there for me during a really intimidating year. I guess some people are meant to be in your life forever, and others are there to get you through a moment.

To the girl I met because you recognized my shirt on the bus to SBS today: I regret not getting your phone number. Hopefully our paths cross again. (I don't believe in fate, but I was still amused when you said "face" by accident)

I'm really glad that I had a childhood before technology took over. Watching six year olds operate smart phones and iPads just terrifies me.

There are two categories of food: food I have eaten and food I am going to eat.

This weekend my parents told me that I was an accident. They talked about how my mom dropped out of school and how my dad disappeared for a few months because he wasn't ready for a kid. Mom almost got an abortion and when I was born my dad pushed for her to put me up for adoption. I'm 21 now and after this weekend I feel like I have just been the biggest burden on my family because I was never meant to happen. I don't know what their purpose of telling me this was. Because now I just feel like shit.

Last night I was so lonely that I put peanut butter around my downtown and let my dog go down on me.