Not to be one of those ultra-boring confession about crushes, but...I like this guy. Honestly, there are a million reasons to not let it happen: he's older, actually 6 years older; he's probably graduating in December; his friend, which is how I know him, likes me. I feel like if I made a move, he might say no out of loyalty to his friend. But it's been so long since I've felt this way about someone since a horribly painful breakup. And honestly, being around his friend makes me feel very uncomfortable because of the things he says to me. I suspect also that if I made a move and got denied, it might probably ruin my friendships with both of them, and maybe even between them. I just want to be a little selfish and be happy with someone, even if it doesn't last. :(

So I've been dating this guy who is extremely into fitness, he has an amazing body and is Russian "such a plus", but he is the first white guy I've dated. Sometimes I feel like I'm not his type.

If you ever think you were a bad kid, try getting shipped to Jamaica, then shipped BACK to the states cause not even they could handle you. Karma's gonna be a bitch when I have kids.

I don't mind the struggle, I'm just afraid my hard work won't pay off in the end.

Not gonna lie, the more I realize it, the more it baffles me. I'm a serial worrier combined with a serial procrastinator. I worry about deadlines and dates etc etc, but I can never motivate myself to get the stuff done until that timer starts winding down to the 11th hour. Its fucked me up academically, but I keep on. For instance, the more I've worried about getting a job, the less able I've been able to get one. But the more I don't give a shit, blessings just somehow fall straight into my lap. I haven't done anything bad in a while to deserve bad karma, but shit like this baffles me. I'll be here next semester since it'll be my last and then the next one is grad school, but still. The whole process is wierd as fuck. I think I have this destiny that I'm supposed to fulfill and life has set itself on the path to satisfy what is needed, but still I worry. As much as I'm anxious, I'm starting to be patient and realize that things always work out, no matter how fucked up they are. They somehow have kept me from being homeless, without an education and in jail. As angry as I get at my circumstances, I know in the back of my mind. I'm going to be good. I'm going to be successful, I'm going to do big things. I just wish that lightbulb would sometimes go off in the moment.

The reason why men are douche bags is because women make them douche bags, there i said it!

Does anyone else ever see someone's photo on facebook with a bunch of comments saying stuff like "wow, you're beautiful" and "you're so pretty!!!" and you look and the person is ugly and obese? I call bullshit because I really don't get why someone would leave a comment saying someone is something they are not. An honest compliment like "you look so happy" or something would be much better.

Why the fuck is our confessions page so dark and filled with sadness?

WHERE ARE THE HOOKUP STORIES AND FUNNY THINGS?!