Im a guy, and Jessica is one of only thick girls I've ever wanted to date. She's the total package, and any man is lucky to have her. Your admired by so many people. Keep smiling gorgeous ;)

Last semester I dated a girl, did such things as roses, learning songs on guitar for her, and poems, (which I enjoyed doing) but then I had to break up with her because I didn't want to have sex. But until recently I found out, when we were "together", she cheated on me with one of my friends. Which sucks and I got over it in like a day, but like I always like to think is life could always be much worse. :)

I honestly can't wait for halloween.

I think Jesse M is hot and would totally date him, if I wasn't already taken.

So this doesn't usually happen, but today in a PoliSci lecture, I just got super turned on entirely out of nowhere. Sitting in the middle of the room, it was incredibly awkward. I had to pinch my legs together extremely tight to prevent flipping the table over and keep myself hidden. Ugh. It was so damn weird and uncomfortable.

Let me start off by saying this guy is one of my best friends, but the dude will not shut up about his high school sports teams. Whenever we watch football he always talks about similar plays his high school ran, and all I'm thinking is I don't give a fuck. I played sports too, you don't see me bragging about how good I was in high school. You're a fucking junior, quit living in the past.

As much as I try to tell myself and other people that I'm over you, I still cry. I still don't have an appetite. I keep hoping that you'll text me, or show me some sign that you're thinking about me, but you don't. You used to text me first all the time, now I'm resorting to texting you out of desperation. Not a second goes by that you're not on my mind. I'm physically sick, over you. I cry so much that my head throbs and my eyes swell up so much it hurts to keep them open. I'm trying to convince myself that I'm okay without you, but I'm not. I'm in the stage of anger now. Why do I feel like this, when you are blissfully continuing your life without me? I'm spiritually, mentally and physically exhausted and sick. You broke me. I won't ever be fixed, but I hope to be okay someday. I pray each night, just asking to be okay.

Dear Putnam ResHall Workers,
However decided to put the sign up saying we can't use the doorbell anymore if we forgot our blugolds, y'all suck. I am legitimately pissed about this. sorry I forget my card once in a while. So anyways. Dick move Putnam. Dick move.