I've never seen sharweek.

I'm a guy and I have a masturbate toy. I don't know if that's weird or not.

Why don't we see confessions of people being tired of their bf being too into sports?

I want to break up with my bf because he plays too many card games for too long. He's addicted to them (pokemon and magic)

Ever since I came here to Maryland for school I've been feeling like I just don't belong. Everyone I've met kinda just have their own groups since highshool and it's hard to fit in. Although I've met lots of people since I came here it seems like most of them only need me when they need help studying or things of that sort ( I usually get the highest grades in class.. Now I hate showing it because I feel that might have people think I'm trying to brag) also I don't want people to friend me because I'm smart or wtv. When it's winter break or summer break everyone just disappears. They all have their own things (different activities together that I rarely get called out to) and its like I don't know any of them anymore. I'll just see pictures on Facebook afterwards. Idk maybe I'm too nice.. Maybe people just use me.. Or I might just be over reacting. I really just wanted to vent so no hate please. Some might say I haven't met the right people yet.. I don't go to parties because of my religious beliefs. I play sports regularly and meet new people at eppley or Cole's field but like I said its just nothing more than that. Just many "casual acquaintances" but not real friendships. Sorry this isn't really a confession as much as it is a vent.

Girls on facebook: stop changing your name to "[first name]- [middle name]". It's not cute, it looks desperate, and it's confusing.

My boyfriend can't keep it up anymore and when he does the sex isn't good. Help

The more I see of this world the more it scares me. What is there to go on for? The ones who will do have done it already, and I have been left behind. Is there even a reason to try anymore? Everywhere I look I see shadows, facades, each hiding their dreams deferred. When will they give up? When will they accept reality that their dreams are dead in every sense but in name only? I am being left behind, with the rest in purgatory. What is there for me to live for anymore. There is only one way to salvage this life. If the meaning of life is a relative term, it is determined by lives of those around you. Therefore admitting the insignificance of it all, I guess, is the only way to extinguish this crushing guilt of failure. From now on I live my life just to live, nothing more.