so.. we had a thing at the beginning of the year, and now I find out that any time you meet someone who knows who I am, you tell people some story that is a lie and makes me look like a whore and a bitch, when really your the one who did all the things your saying I did. real fucking mature of you. how about grow some balls and either get over the fact that you fucked me over for your ex or start telling the real fucking story, because I don't need you ruining my name.

It sucks not being able to be with the one you want. I have never felt this way about another girl but I'm pretty sure that she just wants to remain friends, which is fine for now, but sooner or late it's going to kill me inside.

Today (11/19) I was in the math lab. The guy who helped me had dark brown hair, and was wearing a grey sweatshirt. I was the girl that came in with the terrible homework neither of us could figure out. . . Anyways, wanted to say you were a trooper. You had a pretty adorable smile, and the cutest laugh. (: Thanks for sticking with me!

Before i picked classes for next semester i made sure to look at the rate my professors website so i get the best professors!

stumbling across our old text messages just tears me apart. hearing and feeling the love you had for me. now you're with her and tell her the things you used to tell me. now we hardly talk, hardly are friends, and only see each other cause of classes. i feel just a mix of complete hate and anger for hurting me and destroying me but there's that part of me that just won't give up on you (and if not our relationship, just our friendship).. when i absolutely know i should. when will my heart realize that you don't want me to give you chances anymore, you'll only throw them away. i could use someone to talk to, or some advice... like or comment and i'll message you..

I'm a girl and I can't find any guys who smoke as much green as I do

To the individual who got into my car in my private parking off of Lake Street and stole my purse last night: first of all, congratulations. Enjoy all the coffee punchcards and now useless debit cards and receipts and few dollar bills remaining from last weekend's night out. But most of all enjoy my mementos of my time in Europe that I can never replace and mean more to me than you will understand. Seriously. Well done.

And so the Poop War continues the fourth floor of oak ridge. Last week 4W attacked in the fourth stall of 4N, but 4N was quick to return fire the following night. Tonight will mark the second battle when four soldiers from 4N will attempt to conquer 4E as they have seemed to think they are safe, but they are sorrily mistaken. Prepare for battle tonight ladies, for this is the Poop Wars.