I literally can't handle my roommate anymore. She's so messy and her side of the room is starting to smell. She takes a shower 2 times a week and when she gets back from class, she leaves all her shit on the ground. Her hair is so greasy and she also never leaves the room unless its for class. She also has started to steal my stuff. IT'S SO ANNOYING. I need some advice on how to handle her. please.

UNT? More like Jew-NT. Fuck Denton I'm going back to Tech in Lubbock. This shit hole is not worth living close to home which is still a 30 minute drive from Frisco.

Cutting yourself is an adiction and I wish more people understood that. I am addicted. It makes the flood of mental pain go away. It's like the blood is that hurt seeping out of me. I have thousands of scars, words carved into me, wrists are literally masses of scars. But I am trying to quit. October 29, 2013 will be the last day I cut. I am really going to try this time. After eight years of doig this, since I was 11 to now 19, I am done. Wish me luck! I'm staying clean this time :)

To all the Neckbeards, "Nice Guys" and Men's Rights Activists:

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

I wish I could drop out of school to make music. I'm so much better at that. But I won't let myself. I have to at least keep trying to graduate college. I'll be the first one in my family to do so.
I'm also tired of my friends telling me I'm trying to be black. Goddammit I just like rap. I still love white boy things like coffee, folk music, and guitar solos. I'm still the same exact person I was. I just finally found a way to express myself creatively.

On a similar note where are all the rappers? I'm constantly making new beats, and I'm putting together a beat tape to release next year. If I can find enough people willing to use my beats I'm trying to put out a denton-based mixtape by next summer.

On a rainy-ass day like today, nigga, fuck class. I ain't getting my ass wet just so I can sit for an hour and listen to the prof try to teach while some smart-ass bitches try to validate themselves with stupid arguments against him and then talk shit about him after class like the bitches they are because they couldn't defend their point. Instead imma roll up a blunt and listen to Tha Carter 2. Life is meant for these kind of moments.

I think I can figure out who the creator is. It's so simple, he's mentioned that he's some gay guy so that narrows it down to... Oh wait, this is UNT. Being gay hardly narrows it down at all. Nevermind.

This is my first time posting and I'm honestly pretty scared to post a real confession in fear that when it shows up it won't be anonymous. So I guess this is like a trial run...