#963 A crippling fear of not being taken seriously because I'm a man and having been threatened led me to not ever telling anyone about how my neighbor's kid raped me since I was 10 until I left for UNT. I went back hom for the weekend, ended up getting drunk with a few friends and that guy showed up, home from university as well. I took him home because of how drunk he was. He complained about his girlfriend not liking to have sex with him, tapped me on the shoulder and asked me (with the full intention of poking fun at me) if I knew what that was like.

I pulled over in a country road and beat the fuck out of him until he was bleeding and started whipping on him with a belt and left him there. Don't bottle it in. Talk to someone. Please.

#965 That tacky little new tattoo of yours doesn't impress anyone. You're just the same sad, insecure little prick you've always been. You're too concerned with being liked to have a backbone. It's sad that you don't seem to understand that the people who you claim to be friends with are just using you.

#964 The Asian trombone girl in the concert band is really cute.

#962 I may be the only guy on this one, but I find sweatpants more attractive on a girl than a dress, a skirt, or even (don't riot guys) yoga pants.

#961 Dear posters,

It would be so much easier if you listed in your confessions whether you are male or female! It is sometimes hard to tell if it is a man posting or a woman posting. By the way, I am a guy!

#960 I just don’t have time for all this getting-to-know-ya crap. I just want somebody who gets me. Somebody who’s comfortable in my world, and makes me laugh, and occasionally brings me flowers. And… somebody who likes kittens, and the hard-core bondage scene

#959 In my freshman year of college here at UNT (in 2011), I had this punk ass bitch of a roommate that stole a bunch of my clothes, all of my laundry money ($30 in quarters), and sometimes stuff from my underwear drawer. In retaliation, I ate all of her groceries that she ever brought back to our dorm. Also, to said old roommate: if you're actually wearing my shirts, you pathetic lump, I can damn well guarantee you're walking around looking like you just stuffed yourself into clothes from Baby Gap. Pretty sure XS crop tops don't work on you. Eat it, bitch. I hope I never run into you again as long as I live and breathe.

#958 To the RA named Justin that works in Traditions, and went to a party at Uptown, You are wonderful!