Recently I have been getting the feeling/instinct that tells me my boyfriend is either cheating on me, or wants to. And I don't know what to do or how to investigate this because the girl I have suspicions of is my friend and I don't want to seem paranoid. I just have a feeling that something isn't right.

That awkward moment when you spend $1200 dollars on a ring, and she cheats on you. That other awkward moment when her going to the bars is more important than an honest relationship.

Your the one that I love and I'm saying good bye

Dear you,
You hurt me so bad... you made me fall for you and then what did you do? You broke me into a million pieces. You are selfish and all you do is think about yourself. You knew what you were getting yourself into and so did I but you made it seem like you were changing but you didn't. I can't fucking get over you because we were something that didn't work out and that frustrates because I can't let you go without knowing how we would've worked out. But I am realizing that you aren't going to do anything about "us" so I am letting you go. FUCK YOU for breaking my heart. But without you doing so, I wouldn't be able to know what kind of guy you are.

None of my 'friends' have asked to hang out over break while I'm home. All I've done is spend time with my psychopathic family. No one would care if I'm here or not. I wish I was back in my dorm by myself so I wouldn't have to surround myself with this bullshit. As of now I'm seriously contemplating taking the easy way out because of all the stress school has put on me, lack of friends I have and shitty support system I call a family.

I have a huge crush on one of the girls on my floor that I met this year, and I know I could be the guy she wants that will treat her great and appreciate her everyday. People have told me she thinks i'm cute, but I don't think she's into me, and it's a really sucky feeling. :(

I hate my home. Pretty sure it's the root of my depression and suicidal thoughts at this point, but here I am again. Stuck at home. And to be honest, I don't think I'm going to make it to next semester this time. The only things holding me back at the moment are my dad being here and my boyfriend and few friends waiting to see me again. I just don't know what to do any more.

That sad moment when you're creeping on a good looking gal only to realize you don't have enough of the same friends for it to work out. It's just science.