So, I have this friend. And she and her boyfriend have been together for a little over a year and I've been friends with both of them for practically my whole life. Anyways, her bf confessed to me yesterday that he's gay, using her as his "beard," and secretly wants to be in a relationship with a guy he's been seeing and Im just like whaaaaat do I dooooo?

So a guy that doesn't even know me told this girl I was talking to all summer that I have a "past". UMMMMMM do you know how stupid you look for believing him. judgmental at Fox is on high this year :/

I'm in my twenties and I go to bed at, like, ten, MAYBE eleven. It's not because I'm particularly tired; it's because I want the day to end so badly that I convince myself that getting to sleep early will mean a better day tomorrow. But sometimes I don't know why I kid myself...

I can't wait for classes to start tomorrow because I'm so tired of all these events at welcome weekend. I don't do some of them because they're just not my thing - I know I won't enjoy them. But it makes me feel like a loner and I just want to go home and forget college.

Yes, I am posting another depression confession. I hate my life. I hate who I am. I wish I was born into a wealthy family so I didn't have to rely on debt. So I could've gone to a really freaking expensive school to get the same degree I'm getting here but with better connections. Sometimes I imagine different ways to kill myself because I hate my life so much. And the worst part of all this is that people are going to comment on this and try to tell me to talk to them or go to counseling. Well I go to counseling. It's not a fixall. And one of my friends might comment on this and say they'll listen to me. Clearly you dpnt listen normally. Some friends. Some life. I hate it.

I don't know what's worse...parents not supporting your choice to choose your college and path or not having someone to talk to about it with experience.

I can only focus when I'm buzzed off smoking or drinking. Its just a thing.

My mom keep pestering me to go to church. And I do, but apparently not as often as she'd like. I wouldn't mind it if weren't for the fact that I think it makes me actually not like going to church. Do any psychology majors and such know what this is called?