I cheated on my girlfriend with her mom. Her mom told me today she's pregnant. I may be the father.

either you straight or you gay. None of dat bisexual/asexual bullshit they don't exist they just be gay fags in denial

Whenever I see a really pretty girl on campus that I know I could never have, I just think about them pooping and it makes me feel better.

TWU girl falling for a UNT boy. But he friend zoned me. Hard.

I need your help...

There was this girl I ate dinner with once at Kerr at the beginning of the fall semester, her name was Jenny, she was a freshman, somewhat short, had blonde hair, and I think she said she lived in Kerr . Usually I'm not one to fall for a random girl I meet but the way she smiled I barely got to know her that night because she happened to be sitting with some friends.i only saw her one other time in whence we both exchanged hello's while walking out of Kerr, unfortunately I was busy and didn't have the time to catch up with her. I never saw her again after that... Please!!! if anyone knows her tell her about this post!!!

I am a 6'1" male and make really good grades, get great internships and offers, and am pretty athletic. People always tell me they envy my cultured upbringing and success in life. I get called "unique" and stuff a lot which is nice I guess.

What almost no one knows is that I'll skip eating some days, chain smoke like hell when alone, and use the diamond ring everyone compliments to crush up my Adderal beads so that I can snort them. I spend most of my time alone, working out and constantly worrying about my body. If I do go out with friends as of late, I have to take more Valium than I should.

I just want to confess that not everyone is perfect or as well off as they seem. I'm making it through life and know I need help but I'm scared of checking out of the real world in fear of never coming back. One of my best friends died last semester and I'll never stop thinking about it. Counselors and shrinks helped fuel my drug-admiration or just made me feel like shit as a teenager. I'm now about to graduate this semester...I'm so scared.

I kind of hope I actually do have PTSD like the doctor thought. It would explain all the symptoms...the memory loss, the flashbacks, the spontaneous anger...and it would give my mom something she can't laugh off or explain away, like the abuse. A solid diagnosis. On paper, even. I'm just afraid of someone trying to medicate me.

Sometimes I worry that he thinks I'm not worth marrying right now, and that's why he hasn't mentioned it in forever. Maybe it's for the best.