Nobody really understands me no matter how much they say they do or how hard they really try. No I am sorry but you can never understand. I don't explain my life story or open up to just anyone. I dont trust anyone here enough to fully explain why I am the way I am and why I think and do the things I do. I feel like an idiot for every time I open my mouth and people stare at me like I spoke in a foreign language. Even my family can't accept me. Every time I go home I cry at least twice because they bring up the past I want to forget. They flat out call me names and call me an idiot. They say they are proud for what I have accomplished yet they dont try to leave me live and choose my own ways. I only have one family and I only have one person I trust. They are both in a small group in a skatepark that supports and loves me better then anyone else has. So try and figure me out. I guarantee you never will.

I think you are beautiful and funny Sabrina Douglas! I <3 U!!!!!!!!

It bugs me when some of my friends who are in other majors complain that they actually have to study for a test. As a nursing major, that's ALL we ever do, non-stop studying. So I would not complain to a nursing major about homework and studying, just FYI. #nursingmajorprobs

I am a born and raised Oregonian and I hate the rain with a fiery passion!

I'm 34 and I'm a Belieber.

I don't know why but when there is always some cute girls from hawaii, I have to smile. Especially the one from Penn 1 is super cute and beautiful and I wish i could bring up the courage to talk to her. ;) If you are reading this beautiful girl from penn 1, you are adorable!

I can't help but be concerned for the girlfriend of the post where a boy confessed that he had raped her. I understand he needed to get it off his chest, and perhaps he is sorry. I don't know his heart, and it's not my job to. However, I wanted to say this- I am concerned because I have been perhaps-sorta where you are, girlfriend of that OP. I was in a relationship for three years in which my boyfriend would rape me and physically abuse me. He had a very abusive past- his father would beat him and his mother terribly- and he would cry and say he was sorry whenever he got physically or sexually violent with me, and every time I believed he would change- but he never did. I'm not going to say your bf is like the one I had. I don't know him nor your relationship. But, I do wish to say that /if/ anything like that is happening or starts happening- /PLEASE/ seek help. He needs to seek help too- even if no other abuse has occurred, he obviously needs to take care of some things from his past so abuse doesn't happen again- because statistically, it most likely will. (Sorry- it's true.) And actually, I would encourage you to seek help regardless to help deal with what happened to you. Trust me, it eats you alive inside if you don't. The longer you hold it inside too the harder it is to deal with later- I didn't tell anyone for almost two years after the relationship ended about what had happened- after two suicide attempts, developing substance abuse, developing a need to self-harm, major depression and anxiety, and major panic attacks. I know it's scary. I know if things are happening you will be afraid to leave him and you feel worthless. But you aren't worthless. You aren't alone either. I wish I had the courage to say this with my name attached, because I know how alone you might feel. I know how hard this is. Even if abuse (outside the one event) isn't happening and just trying to be with him is too much- please leave. At least seek help. You deserve to take care of yourself, and to be with someone who values you. Taking care of yourself is the best thing you can do right now. Healing will come with that. I wish you all the love, sister, and you are in my thoughts.

My Dad molested and raped me, Forced my to touch and have sex with my brother and forced my sister to do the same to me. He also beat me everyday. My stepdad is an alcoholic who beat me after we my dad went to jail. I watched my dad die on my 14th birthday. My mom fought 4 different kinds of cancer and survived but eventually she got a rare syndrome. I watched her die Christmas eve 2011. I started cutting when I was 9. I am about 1 year clean. I've attempted suicide more times than I care to remember. I bounce around between anorexia, bulimia, and binging. I have scars all over my body. I'm fat. I'm ugly. I'm not going to make it.