#6118 to #6111, I wish you would say who you're specifically talking about.

#6117 to #6099, I do not think you are the person that I had referred to in 6051..maybe you are..maybe you aren't. Maybe email me..

#6116 I am sinking(not 'thinking'...). I was once swimming, happily paddling around by the warm shoreline. Letting the sun color my skin and brighten my eyes until they matched the clear, blue water around me. But those days are slowly fading from my memory as the light breaking the ocean's surface is steadily dimming. How much deeper I get is getting harder to gauge as the difference between dark and black becomes impossible to decipher. All I know is that I was sinking, and can only reasonably assume I still am. I feel the pressure start to surround me like a cold blanket. Then in what seems a hate crime against all things fast, it gradually squeezes what little oxygen I have left out of my lungs. I can't see them in the darkness but I like to imagine the air bubbles floated happily back to the surface and rejoined with the lively, sun-kissed air. Reunited with their kin folk, they'll now travel far and wide around the world, aided by the friendly wind. Down here no such adventures are being had. Darker and darker it gets until a more depressing shade of black is not imaginable. Then the unimaginable happens. I've lost track of time. Minutes are not hours down here. Minutes are colors and colors are numbers and numbers are sounds and I am deaf. Nothing makes sense anymore as reasoning requires energy that I long ago wasted. In my head reality died, but its death wasn't real, so reality sadly lived on. I am, for lack of a less metaphorical word, sunk. I could kick and flail and reach for the beautiful, oak-drenched eyes I saw up above but I have little idea where above even is at this point. As I begin to lose feeling in my frozen toes I can only hope her's are being dug into toasty sand in the pleasant lost world that is above. One would say someone in my predicament was 'lost at sea'. Yet I am not lost. I know exactly where I am and what I'm doing. I'm here, you're there, and I'm drowning. So it goes. ~*

#6115 Grammer nazis you are super annoying who cares if there is a run-on sentence in an informal message or if something is miss speled get off yr gramer high horse.
Also, hope you enjoyed the errors in this message.

#6114 I love my orgo chem professor. That's all I have to say

#6113 Here's a question I have for feminists. Are you okay with a male masturbating? I could see it being OK from a perspective of the freedom of sexual expression that the feminist movement has brought about. But at the same time, masturbation has been proven over and over to teach men to objectify women, and that is the exact opposite goal of the feminist movement. Your thoughts?

#6112 i used to be a happy person... but after all of the horrible things that have happened this semester i just pray ill die in my sleep.

#6111 I still dream about you... I don't even care if you don't come back to, just, please, quit denying that you still have some shred of feeling for me. It's not fair to me, it's not fair to him, and it certainly can't be healthy for you... I'll always love you.