Some of these hoes on campus need Jesus and should go to church, but I don't want to be blinded by lampshaded pussy whenever they sit in the pews. The Lord knows they need some help...and maybe some Frebreze to kill the tuna smell and gonorrhea.

#229 I would like to make a formal apology. I confess that Mexican food makes my booty weep non-stop, so much so that I hop from one toilet to the next all over campus because I have liquid pooh from my enchilada addiction. So I'm genuinely sorry to anyone who has heard me blow ass in the bathrooms all around campus, and especially if you've smelled it too. Enchiladas are bae, but my lower intestines has a love-hate relationship with it. I would stop but I'm a poor college kid. So just keep the enchiladas coming and the liquid shits running (down my leg).

#227 I confess that I don't know how much longer I can pretend to be happy. I think about dying a lot. How I would do it, who would miss me & who wouldn't etc.. I've tried committing suicide before. No one knows except a few family members and now they act like nothing ever happened. I feel emotionally numb. I don't know what I feel anymore. It feels like someone else is in control of my life and I'm watching from the sidelines & I don't have any power over anything. I know there's something wrong with me (clearly). I've only told two people and one of them left shortly after I did and the other I think she's just caught up in her own thing. I honestly don't know what to do anymore. I'm usually good at pretending to be strong and not caring about anything but it's only to cover up how fucking weak I am. I know that I need help. There's a history of bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, & depression in my family. I don't want to bother anyone with my problems but I can't handle this anymore

Barack Obama is totally the best thing to happen to this country! {>

Big shoutout to the two southeastern girls that were in a car singing and dancing to blown away like crazy not caring who judges them! Just gotta say yall got some mad car dancing skills!

To the guy with the reddish hair that I talked to on the bus this morning, thank you for not looking at me like I was some weirdo when I randomly asked about you reading a book called Acts Of God.

#150 I confess that I like kinesiology. A LOT. Greg Reeves and Brenna Barzenik are my two favorite teachers. I kinda wanna get a masters and teach like an intro class. But I also wanna be a personal trainer. Thoughts?

Say no more. Say no more to victimizing and entire group of people. Say no more to publicizing tragedies to feel like you're doing something. Accept that people are people and some people are bad, and say no more to stigmatizing an entire gender. Say no more to always siding with the "victim" and witch hunts against the "perpetrator" before all the facts are laid out.