I try to be a good person, I really do. I want to see the best in everyone and I dislike passing judgement without knowing a person's story.

However, what happened tonight pushed the limit. There are some people out there, who no matter how nice you are to them, how much you love them, or how true a person you are, will take advantage of you and treat you like sh*t.

There is no other word to describe it. I cried so hard tonight and for really no reason at all. Because someone was spiteful, mean, and enjoyed causing pain to someone else through hurtful insults and plain humiliation.

Yes, I am sad. Yes, I will get over it. It doesn't mean that it isn't wrong though or should be tolerated.

I am sad, what can I say? :) I won't let this make me a cold or bitter person or change me at all. I am just sad.

I want to sing professionally. But . . . I have a tendency to make funny faces when I sing so people don't take me seriously unless they close their eyes.

I am in a fraternity and I suffer from depression and social anxiety disorder. Sometimes I'm so outgoing and from the surface I look like someone who is talkative, confident, and funny. But my humor comes from the depression and anxiety I felt in high school when I barely had any friends and I had a non-existent relationship with my parents. I feel as though I am always alone. Ever since coming to UMD my social life has consistently been getting better, but I feel as if I constantly sabotage myself in relationships with both the women of UMD and my brothers. I wish I had someone to talk to but I feel ashamed of the fact that everyday I have to fight a battle with myself over whether its worth it to keep going another day or if I should just off myself. I feel as if no one will ever love me and I'll die alone, but I thank god for places like this where I can get this weight off my chest.

I kinda have a crush on this guy, but I have never introduced myself. I seen him on many occasions and he has seen me. Would it be creepy if I just added him as a friend.

So this one day...at band camp...I stuck a flute up my pussy.

When I walk by people, I secretly try to gauge if they are a virgin or not

Sometimes I wonder what qualifies these professors to be hired as people who teach others. I wish that they understood that it's not how much knowledge you have on the subject. It's how you deliver that knowledge that counts.

Sometimes I blast music in my native language when I walk on campus to drown out all the English conversation and feel like I belong more for a few min. Where are all the 1st gen Russians? We need a club...