I hooked up with my ex boyfriends younger brother while also having a fwb relationship with my best friends older brother.

I throw up almost every day since I was a child. Sometimes instantly after I eat. I dont do it intentionally and have come to the realization that this may never stop since the condition is undiagnosable. I dont eat in public because of this and I have never talked openly about it

I've seen what getting jizzed on by a group of people does to a man, it is not pretty. I wasn't a part of it but when I was 12 or 13 I went to a sleep away summer camp and this is like when we were starting to discover porn and jacking off. Some kid brought some playboys and naked playing cards, shit like that with him. Anyway, one kid in our cabin was a huge tool, stole stuff like food and money from other people in our cabin. So half a dozen kids decided one night to wake up in the middle of the night at like 3 a.m and take turns jacking off in the bathroom, running out before they finished and blowing their load on the kid when he was sleeping. Literally 6-8 kids did this, all over his face, sheets, upper body, and hands, one kid also did it in his shoes. So everyone else wakes up the next morning and we all knew what had happened but this kid couldn't figure out why he was all sticky for like 15 minutes until a counselor forced it out of a kid. When the kid found out he went absolutely nuts, like certifiably crazy mental breakdown. He had to leave the camp for psychiatric treatment, worst part was after he took a shower and went to leave he stepped in the jizz shoes and also like 6 of my friends I never saw again because they got kicked out.

To Hannah B. from sorority, if you're going to be volunteer for something ever, make sure that you can actually spare some time BITCH.

I am embarrassingly emotional about animals. I cant look at dead bodies- animals and people. I will start crying.

(3/28/13) to the girl in willis second floor around 8pm with the hearts and lips stickers on your laptop, i think you are gorgeous, lets go behind the books ;)

~ The guy you keep seeing stare at you

I went to a religious school my entire life and am dubbed the most religious in my family of non practicing followers. I not only believe in something completely different than they think I do, I convince everyone that I am the most religious.

I was thirteen and this was my first time going to summer camp. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four other dudes I hadn’t met yet, running around all summer, getting into trouble. It turned out it would be me and just one girl. I liked her and she like me but I more-than-like her, but I didn’t know if she did or didn’t more-than-like me. She never said, so I hadn’t said anything all summer, content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on. She was smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me laugh, but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a way I could never be. She read books that no one’s assigned to her. Sometimes her curly brown hair would have a line running through it from where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet.
I finally found the courage to ask her how she really felt about me. The sun had gone down and the bus was quiet. A lot of kids are asleep. We were talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop that looks like a kid we know. And then I was like, “Can I tell you something?” And all of a sudden I told. And I kept talking ‘til all came out of me and her face was there and gone and there and gone as we pass underneath lamps that line the sides of the highway and there’s no expression on it. I think just after a point I was just talking to lengthen the time where we live in a world where she haven’t said “yes” or “no” yet. But somehow, I end up using the word “destiny.” I don’t remember in what context. After I was done confessing she smiled and said, “okay.” I don’t know exactly what she mean by it, but it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to spoil the moment, but there’s nowhere to go because we’re on a bus. So I pretend like I’m asleep and before long, I really am

I wake up, the bus isn’t moving anymore. The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on. I turn and she had gone. We were parked at the pick-up point, which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church. The bus was half empty. She was probably long gone by the time I awoke.
The girls in the back of the bus were shrieking and laughing and took their sweet time disembarking as I swung my legs out into the aisle to get up off the bus, just as one of them reaches my row. It used to be our row, on our way off. It’s Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week after throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence was doing her a ton of favors body-wise. She stopped and looked down at me. And her head was blasted from behind by the dome light, so I couldn’t really see her face, but I could see her smile. And she says one word: “destiny.” Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her all laughed and then she turned and leaded them off the bus. I didn’t know you were friends with them. At that moment summer was over for me.
This isn’t a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a story about how I learned something and I’m not saying this thing is true or not, I’m just saying it’s what I learned. I told her something. It was just for her and she told everybody. So I learned cut out the middle man, make it all for everybody, always. Everybody can’t turn around and tell everybody, everybody already knows, I told them. But this means there isn't a place in my life for her or someone like her. Is it sad? Sure. But it’s a sadness I chose. I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that’s not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus. I still haven’t.

3/28/13 7:50