To the very attractive brunet girl at McAlisters tonight Tuesday, we were leaving at the same time I smiled at you and you smiled back. I noticed you the whole time I was eating and saw you looking over too. My friend who was driving was in a hurry or I would have asked for your #. Thanks for making my day and if you are out there or the girl friends you were with know who you are please post so I can ask you out on a date :)

My roommate doesn't understand this...
headphones on = don't talk to me

I wasn't ready for college.
I wasn't ready for the freedom.
I wasn't ready for any of it.

I went to a boarding school all through high school where they concealed us from the world. i was
basically let loose into the wild college life raw and unexperienced with freedom.

(Here's a tid bit about my life real quick:
I was a crack baby, Both of my parents are dead, My mom died when i was 4, my dad was an alcoholic, he died when i was 9, i saw my dad dead. I was molested at age 4. Ive moved every year since 2003. except when in the boarding school. so ive seen some shit and been through some hard times)

So... i graduate from HS, with about $30,000 in scholarships and grants. I worked hard for it all. upon my arrival to college, I had no idea what to expect. the freedom was my biggest problem. in the boarding school they staff was CONSTANTLY on our fucking backs! do this, get this done, be here at this time, nag nag nag nag. .... im thinking, wait, i dont have no one telling me to do shit, im not gonna lie, i chose to enjoy it for a bit, but i made it a habit.

Here's my problem:
i started smoking bud, then found Molly. Ever since, ive completely thrown away my education. i failed everything i worked hard for, I failed my classes, failed my family, failed myslef, failed my parents, failed it all. I dont know what to do now. I'm just stuck.

I'm depressed except for on the weekends when i roll my ass off. Im always sick from stress, theres not a time where im thinking to myself: Gees, what the hell are you doing with your fucking life. Im an amazing artist and have so much potential, but i fucked it all up.

but yeah, i just dont have anyone to tlk to about this. i dont have any true close friends here. I find it hard getting close to someone particularly because of my past. Is anyone else going through this? if so i'd like to tlk. it sucks talking to someone who doesn't know the shit you're going through. if not support is greatly appreciated

Honestly, I've read alot of these confessions, and it has made me even more excited to come here. I'd rather see this kind of shit, than the fake ass groups I'm in now, because it shows the realness of the school. Idk about anybody else, but all I'm ready to do is have good food, great sex, and a good ass time. And go to class too.

I live in the first building of Vintage Pads (coming from campus) on the second floor. To the tantrum throwing douche bag that shares whatever wall with me on the side facing the hospital, stop slamming your damn doors. I understand that sometimes shit happens, we get mad and doors or slammed, but for the love of God, take some anger management classes or something, because that shit happens way to many times EVERY fucking day that it's uncalled for, especially considering that everyone in this complex is college-aged or older. You're too old to do that shit, and I'm too old to tolerate it. I've spoken with all of the folks it could possibly be and no one would fess up, even when I was nice about it. I can't say I don't blame you, though, because the fact that you handle your anger about as well as the average four-year-old on a daily basis IS pretty embarrassing on your part. Shit aside, cut it out. I didn't come to your door so you could continue doing it two weeks later. So, if you could kindly grow up a little bit and be more considerate of your neighbors, it would be *greatly* appreciated.

I recently gave this dude a blowjob while he was playing Nazi Zombies in Call of Duty, and he got swarmed right when I made him cum so he lost all focus and got killed somewhere on level 20. He was doing pretty well up until that though.

You're different, I like different.

Show of hands: Like this if you've ever been cheated on.