Saturday, December 19, 2009

I still want to know who Maverick was.
Then I want to marry him.


Anonymous
08:32:00 PM
12/15/2009

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

I have a girlfriend, but i can't bring myself to tell my family about her, even though it is serious.


Anonymous
09:47:00 PM
12/01/2009

Saturday, November 28, 2009

This is my first thanksgiving away from my parents. Growing up sucks.


Anonymous
01:26:00 PM
11/26/2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I never really knew if what he did to me was rape, but the fact that I've been questioning whether the act was rape or not suggests it was somewhat questionable to begin with.

I just found out that he raped--really raped--another person last year. I feel responsible. If I had called him out on what he did, or if I had reported him, maybe she wouldn't have been hurt.


Anonymous
09:59:00 PM
11/22/2009

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

I think... I think my boyfriend just peed on my bathroom floor. Like a lot. What the hell?!


Anonymous
11:08:00 PM
11/09/2009

Sunday, November 08, 2009

I completely forgot Tangst until today. Without the help of this blog I never would have received my High School Diploma. Thanks guys for listening to me and giving me advice when no one else cared. You have done a great deal more your community than you realize.


Anonymous
12:36:00 AM
11/07/2009

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

I haven't told many people that I'm an atheist now. It makes me a little sad, because I always really wanted to be the good kind of Catholic, the one whose faith is important to them and gives them solace in times of need, but who can religiously rationalize the acceptance of other religions without need for conversion and who can incorporate God into the theory of evolution and quantum mechanics and all that... but I've come to realize that just because I wanted to be that sort of perfect, intelligent, principled Catholic didn't mean I ever actually believed in God. I know now that I never really did.

I can't tell if I'm more ashamed of remaining Catholic for so long despite an obvious disbelief in God, or of robbing the Church of one more possible good ambassador.


Anonymous
10/27/2009
01:13:00 AM

I haven't posted here in nearly a year. I looked back through the archives and realized that really nothing has changed. We're growing up. Sithgirl is now Heather. DocA posts more often. BoxBox is still helpful, but with a dry sense of humor.

Tangst is changing in tiny ways, but we're all still basically angsty people looking for help, and flaming others through anonymous replies.

Goodbye for another year. :/


Anonymous
10/26/2009
01:57:00 PM

Friday, October 23, 2009

Damn it. I'm in love again. I just have to keep from telling her until she's in love with me...


Anonymous
11:48:00 PM
10/19/2009

Sunday, October 11, 2009

How would one go about starting a drive for something? Like a coat drive, or toy drive. I want to start one but have no idea who to talk to about it.


Anonymous
11:45:00 AM
10/10/2009

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Lately I have been considering losing my virginity. Not to anyone I especially like, it's just that I'm 18 and being a virgin in such a sex-crazed world seems kind of pointless.


Anonymous
03:09:00 AM
9/30/2009

Sunday, September 27, 2009

I only allow myself to go for the guys who will screw me over in the end. It hurts.


Anonymous
01:20:00 AM
9/26/2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

My best friend's boyfriend of 1 1/2 years kissed me, I didn't kiss back. I can't figure out what to do.


Anonymous
04:54:00 PM
9/20/2009

I don't know how to initiate kisses.


Anonymous
04:03:00 AM
9/18/2009

caught myself fantasizing about seeing and being with him again. the last time i saw him was thanksgiving break two years ago for three hours. i guess he's one of those guys i'll be in love with forever. he probably doesn't think about me at all. I think about him every day.


Anonymous
02:17:00 PM
9/18/2009

I always knew what I was gonna do with my life. Then I switched my major sophomore year. I'm a junior and I'm probably going to switch it again. So much for getting out in four years. Heck, so much for getting out in five...


Anonymous
11:41:00 AM
9/15/2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

Happy birthday, Tangst!


Anonymous
08:31:00 PM
9/09/2009

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Four years ago someone on Tangst posted that they were in love with me. I still want to know who it was.


Anonymous
01:03:00 PM
9/04/2009

Friday, September 04, 2009

How do you tell someone, when they've done nothing wrong, that it just isn't meant to be?


Anonymous
02:06:00 AM
9/04/2009

He gets disappointed because I don't like giving him head. I love giving head. It's one of my top 5 favorite things to do.

But I need to find a way to say SHAVE AND WASH BUSTER.


Anonymous
10:12:00 PM
8/31/2009

There are lots of high school kids in my college Calc II class. They're so much younger than me that I could be legally prosecuted for having sex with them, and they are miles better at calculus than I am. This makes me feel very depressed.


Anonymous
02:43:00 PM
8/28/2009

Thursday, August 20, 2009

I hate being treated like a kid. No one takes you seriously-parents and bosses- your opinions don't matter to them because you're 'young and immature' even if you've proven you're not.


Anonymous
8/20/2009
09:42:00 AM

My libido is stronger now than it has ever been before in my two decades of existance. The only good thing I can think of that could come of this is that perhaps it will be enough motivation for me that I will actually take the initiative and find a proper girlfriend.


Anonymous
8/20/2009
02:13:00 AM

I love vicodin.


Anonymous
8/20/2009
12:30:00 AM

ARCHIE CHOSE VERONICA. MY CHILDHOOD IS RUINED.


Anonymous
8/19/2009
03:36:00 PM

I hate ignorant people who post politics on Tangst like it means anything JESUS FUCK SHUT UP PEOPLE


Anonymous
8/16/2009
10:25:00 PM

my past relationships keep haunting me. i hate it. why wont they just go away? even for a month would be nice.


Anonymous
8/16/2009
01:42:00 AM

I hate ignorant people, like Barack Obama, who go around spreading misinformation like "surgeons get paid $50,000 for a leg amputation," when Medicare actually pays them "between $740 and $1,140 for a leg amputation."

Other ignorant people who support Obama will quote him word for word and spread this misinformation everywhere. News networks like CNN report that Obama's healthcare reform plan is wonderful, but they don't actually check the facts behind Obama's statements. It makes me so sad that people can be so easily lead.

The point is not whether Obama's plan is actually a good one or not -- but if it is a good plan, why does he invent statistics that can damage "the all-important trust between surgeons and their patients"?

Source.(http://www.facs.org/news/obama081209.html)


Anonymous
8/14/2009
09:48:00 AM

Thursday, August 13, 2009

I've been allergic to nuts all my life and just got re-tested and found out I'm not actually allergic to peanuts! So I just had my first PB&J in 10 years.

I totally took them for granted as a kid.


Anonymous
10:08:00 AM
8/12/2009

I hate ignorant people, like Sarah Palin, who go around rousing fear in everyone by saying shit like 'death panel' when its not true. Other ignorant people who support her will copy her word for word and spew it everywhere. Then news channels like FOX start to report that everyone is outraged, but they don't understand WHY they are outraged. It makes me so mad that people like that exist.


Anonymous
06:07:00 PM
8/11/2009

I love posting comments on my own post that oppose my post, just to strike up debate


Anonymous
03:56:00 PM
8/11/2009

Thursday, August 06, 2009

I really hate it when my sex number goes up ESPECIALLY if it's with someone I regret. I feel like the number needs to stay at 7 forever. 7's a good number, right?


Anonymous
11:51:00 AM
8/05/2009

I am so excited to move in with you! <3 <3 <3


Anonymous
12:10:00 AM
8/05/2009

Does anyone else spend an enormous amount of time on facebook looking at wedding pictures?

I guess we're getting to that age. I never thought I, of all people, would say this, but it's really exciting.


Anonymous
03:05:00 PM
8/04/2009

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

I love you, I care about you and I want to be with you until my heart stops beating. Everything about you, even the really annoying parts, attract me to you. I want to keep you forever. In my heart, I know you feel the same.


Anonymous
09:39:00 PM
8/03/2009

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

People on Tangst are some of the cruelest, most judgmental people I've ever known.

The Internet makes people too brave.


Anonymous
09:05:00 PM
7/28/2009

Today my mom got laid off, my dad died long ago so this was the only source of income other than what I bring in, I already buy all the groceries and we still struggle to get by each month, I really don't know whats going to happen now.


Anonymous
12:25:00 AM
7/28/2009

I'm on my second rebound, and the sight of a picture of her in a swimsuit that she had on before we hooked up once still makes my heart race.


Anonymous
11:18:00 PM
7/27/2009

I feel like every friend I have, even the ones who don't know each other, got together and said "Hey, let's all blow her off and never hang out with her and see just how depressed we can make her."

Thanks. It's working, and you have all given me the worst summer of my life.


Anonymous
09:48:00 AM
7/27/2009

I'm so lonely and sad. It's past six o'clock and I've done nothing but check my email and lie on the floor reading for hours. I might go drink some of the whiskey in the pantry just for something to do, but even that seems pathetic. Fucking cold and cloudy summer days.


Anonymous
08:13:00 PM
7/26/2009

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Classes ruin summer.


Anonymous
11:15:00 AM
7/25/2009

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

You are beautiful.


Anonymous
7/20/2009 02:08:00 PM

Saturday, July 18, 2009

For the past four years of my life I've been commited, stuck, and unhappy in a relationship. We've broken up for long periods of time within that 4 year span and each time we slowly crawl back and meet each other in the middle, its become routine really.. and once again we're in the act of crawling back, i just want to be happy again and i know this is not the way to achieve that but i feel like theres nothing else. I'm the sort of girl thats never satisfied being single. Someone please distract me from this routine, change my ways.. i manifest for the best.


Anonymous
03:02:00 PM
7/17/2009

Apart from the possible sexual aspect, what separates romantic love from platonic love? As noted by someone else, "It seems like much of the stuff separating being 'in love' from friendship does friendship a disservice." In other words, the assumption exists that romantic love trumps strong friendship, which I don't think is always the case.

I know that Tangst seems to be fairly inactive at the moment, but if anyone has any thoughts on the matter, I'm game.


Anonymous
01:33:00 PM
7/17/2009

Monday, July 13, 2009

This kid I've been in love with for just over two years got engaged to a girl he's known for two days. I doubt he'll go through with it (he certainly didn't when he proposed to me) but it still worries me rather a lot.


Anonymous
11:25:00 PM
7/12/2009

Sunday, July 12, 2009

He will take the stage and I will feel the fumes of lust and fury well up behind my cheeks and I will watch him and want him and hate him.

I will never, ever find a boy that likes me back. This is it, I am throwing in the towel.


Anonymous
04:34:00 PM
7/12/2009

Friday, July 10, 2009

Sometimes I want to die so badly that my wrists feel like they are begging to be cut.
I am so lonely.

Anonymous
10:08:00 AM
7/10/2009

Man I totally just got drunk and told his best friends that I want to fuck him. WAY TO GO AND RUIN YOUR CHANCES WITH HIM YOU STUPID BITCH.


Anonymous
03:42:00 AM
7/10/2009

Every time I open a Hersey's chocolate bar, I do it like Charlie would and always wonder if I'm going to reveal a golden ticket.


Anonymous
07:53:00 PM
7/09/2009

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

I am so totally okay with just being his drunk booty call. Don't even start with the "degrading" bullshit. I know what I want.


Anonymous
05:43:00 PM
7/08/2009

It hurt a lot when he popped my cherry, and I bled for the next 4 or 5 times after. I never had an orgasm from sex with him until like a year after we had been having sex regularly, and even then, I hardly ever had orgasms with him. I used to dread sex. Now, I'm with a new guy who makes sex enjoyable and makes me come almost everytime! Thank God sex is no longer a chore.


Anonymous
01:10:00 PM
7/08/2009

Ladies: The first several times you had sex, was it bad? Did you feel anything pleasurable? Did it kind of hurt? Did it take you a long time to figure out how to make anything feel good down there?

Please don't let me be the only one experiencing this. I already feel so alone.


Anonymous
12:53:00 AM
7/08/2009

Monday, July 06, 2009

I love my boyfriend, more than anything. But I think I'm in denial about also liking my old best friend more than I should.

Hearts can't belong to two people...
At least, they shouldn't be allowed to.

Even writing this makes me feel ill.


Anonymous
07:34:00 PM
7/05/2009

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Dear Summer, please end like rtfn. I'm sick of it being way too hot and boring all the time. Yeah, sure, there are the occasional beach trips and parties but that doesn't excuse the mass quantities of fucking nothing that you hurl at me every day. A month and a half left? I don't know if I can make it that long.


Anonymous
12:24:00 PM
7/02/2009

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

I always thought this was normal for me, and that I'm just weird. But I just learned that the name for this is "passively suicidal."


Anonymous
12:55:00 PM
7/01/2009

there is more that i want to say then i have words for. the failure of words is one i'm not sure i've ever experienced before.

all i can say is this, i'm glad and sad and hopeful and excited and depressed and angry and lonely and for lack of a better word emotional.


Anonymous
12:10:00 PM
7/01/2009

Sunday, June 28, 2009

He was a pedophile and an awful excuse for a human being but all of a sudden his greatest critics are turning into his greatest fans. Our generation didn't grow up with Michael Jackson, he was never black to us, he's always been this gonzo weirdo who dangles babies out the window. I didn't like him when he was alive and I am not going to pretend that I am sad he's dead.


Anonymous
10:09:00 AM
6/26/2009

Thursday, June 25, 2009

today just isn't my day.

ps. leave me alone. stop texting me. i cut you off and i never want to hear from you again. ex's cant be friends. especially after all we went through.


Anonymous
01:53:00 PM
6/23/2009

Sunday, June 21, 2009

I am 18 years old and am going to start my second year of college in two months and I still think it's fun and exciting to drive by boys' houses to see if they are home/outside.


Anonymous
08:50:00 PM
6/20/2009

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Anyone have tips for performing a great strip dance? Besides the obvious removal of the clothes.


Anonymous
09:57:00 PM
6/17/2009

I might never again have friends I'm as close as the friends I have now.


Anonymous
04:50:00 PM
6/17/2009

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Tonight was the last time I will ever see him. He's moving away for good and I loved him more than anything else in the world when we were together. Driving home from his house I really didn't expect any tears to come or for them to come as hard and strong as they did. I didn't expect to have to pull over because I was so beside myself in anguish that the first boyfriend I ever had was leaving FOREVER and no matter how much I want him to stay I can't change a goddamn thing about it. We broke up over a year ago but this kid taught me how to love and now he's GONE. FML


Anonymous
12:05:00 AM
6/17/2009

I can't really remember why my life is worth living.


Anonymous
06:39:00 PM
6/15/2009

I fantasize about murdering people--brutally, violently-- all the time. Usually they're child psychologists or those goddamn pretentious assholes who insult people who don't do drugs. One of these days, man, I think I'm gonna snap, and John Rosemond's gonna get a pair of stiletto heels shoved through his eye sockets.


Anonymous
12:23:00 AM
6/15/2009

I'm so stressed. so stressed. I'm ruining this relationship. I don't know how to handle it. Who to ask for help. I can't breathe.


Anonymous
11:57:00 PM
6/14/2009

Sunday, June 14, 2009

How did I get so bad at maintaining friendships? They feel like burdens to me, time commitments I can't keep. People are starting to notice. It shouldn't be this hard.


Anonymous
11:01:00 PM
6/13/2009

Saturday, June 13, 2009

What do guys look for in "good sex"?


Anonymous
08:25:00 AM
6/12/2009

what do girls look for in "good sex"? or how does one perform "good sex"?


Anonymous
02:34:00 AM
6/12/2009

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I am continually amazed by how wrong information can be planted and flourish, despite how conclusively it has been proven wrong.

Case In Point: A fellow student at my university just told me that Saddam Hussein not only had ties with terrorists but harbored them and trained them in Iraq.


Anonymous
01:37:00 PM
6/09/2009

This summer is very difficult for me. First of all, it sucks pretty badly living at home again after being independent for a year, an issue that many of you can probably relate to. Secondly, my boyfriend lives in the town I went to college in, only 2 hours away but still difficult to see each other what with clashing work schedules and all. I miss him. Thirdly, I've spent the last 3 summers of my 4 years in NC with who is now my ex boyfriend, so it's just kind of throwing me off. I don't remember what I did during summers before him. There's so much time to fill. My mom is pushing me to get back together with him, because she likes him a lot. So this is making me angry, on top of that, I guess my mom isn't used to not mothering someone so she turned to MY dog to baby this year. So I come back home to her telling ME how to treat MY DOG. Explaining my feelings doesn't work with her either. Nothing works. Everything is irritating me and as much as I'm trying to have a positive attitude, the people around me just keep rubbing me the wrong way and pushing me until I feel like erupting in anger and harsh words. Just the pile up of things. Grr. Thank you for letting me vent.


Anonymous
11:57:00 PM
6/08/2009

Sunday, June 07, 2009

I hope you know what you're getting yourself into by loving me.


Anonymous
09:34:00 AM
6/07/2009

Friday, June 05, 2009

I've gotten drunk by myself more times this week than is socially acceptable or reasonable.


Anonymous
10:14:00 PM
5/30/2009

Holy tits I'm still not over him and he's going to be gone for good very, very soon.


Anonymous
02:36:00 PM
5/30/2009

Sometimes I wish I wasn't the type of person that has an impact on people's lives. I just can't manage to leave anyone without them breaking.

Anonymous
10:37:00 AM
5/30/2009

Saturday, May 30, 2009

I took my driver's license test high as shit and passed.


Anonymous
11:31:00 AM
5/29/2009

Friday, May 29, 2009

how do girls feel about guys watching porn?


Anonymous
07:26:00 PM
5/28/2009

The thought of leaving home- leaving you- makes me so sad I can hardly breathe. I can't imagine living without you, and I know that's unhealthy, but I can't help loving you...


Anonymous
09:21:00 PM
5/27/2009

I lied on Tangst.


Anonymous
08:14:00 PM
5/27/2009

I suck at phone conversations.

I always manage to confuse someone, whether it's myself or the person who I'm talking to.


Anonymous
04:57:00 PM
5/27/2009

When you wake up alone
Do you love me still?
Do you question the choice you made?
Do you wake up at all?


Anonymous
12:10:00 AM
5/27/2009

Sunday, May 24, 2009

I can't stand living in a city other then hers. Summer break sucks.


Anonymous
12:40:00 AM
5/24/2009

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Fuck indie kids.


Anonymous
01:35:00 PM
5/22/2009

And, once again, I'm alone... Of course it's my fault. It must be.


Anonymous
01:59:00 AM
5/20/2009

Monday, May 18, 2009

Besides Tangst, I've never really used my blogger account before. Now that I'm going to be studying abroad this summer, I'm creating a travel blog there--and since many more "real life" people will (hopefully!) be reading it, I've decided to remove myself as an author/admin of Tangst. I guess it doesn't really matter, because the people I used to Tangst with mostly don't post anymore (I certainly don't), but it seems a little bit like the end of an era. I'm also turning twenty this week, so I guess the "t" part of Tangst would have been inappropriate anyway. (Anyone up for a "Twenty Something Angst Central?"--"the economy's bad for college grads/" "I can't find off-campus housing"/ "My parents still don't understand me"?)

So: so long, Tangst. It's been fun. May you all remember the glory days when we all wanted to hug "box-box," "Tinted" wrote all his poetry, and "PChis" and I were soulmates.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Dear Admin,

Hey, OP here from the first two comments up here right now... can you please not post them? My boyfriend started reading this and I'm completely positive 100% that he'll know who I am. Isn't revealing yourself breaking the rules or something? Pleeeease don't post them. Thanks.

Regards,
OP from first two comments.


Anonymous
12:56:00 AM
5/17/2009

I'm joining the army and I've never been more at peace with any decision in my life!


Anonymous
08:59:00 AM
5/15/2009

Here's something frustrating:

My whole life, I've been that brooding, artsy poet girl. I write sweet, delicate poetry for my boyfriend, who I also thought was brooding and poetic like me, and he calls me "cheesy." Cheesy!! And he sees me as the elementary school girl handing him a valentine! And I hate that! And I am totally capable of looking at my writing from a neutral perspective, and honestly, I really don't think it's cheesy. At least not this past one. So I'm trying to decide if I just shouldn't waste my efforts on him any more, or if I should keep vying for his affection and recognition that I am NOT CHEESY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Anonymous
07:32:00 PM
5/13/2009

Every electron in my body buzzes for want of you.

Your presence.
Your body.
Your attention.

And part of me wants to hurt you so that you chase after me in words, like you did for her.
And part of me wants to keep showering you with poetry in hopes that you'll reciprocate.
And part of me wants to stop doing sweet deeds, hoping you'll do something for me.

But part of me knows you won't.
And part of you knows you won't, you never will, because you don't love me like you did her.

If she was never nice to you, never a good girlfriend, never gave a fuck about you, why did she get all of your attention? Is that what I have to do? Be a complete bitch to you?

If you don't write me love poems, nobody on this Earth ever will.

I've told you but you pretend not to listen. You admitted you can't make me happy the way I want you to. And I salvaged it, told you you do make me happy in all these small ways.

But still, I'm so irreparably jealous that she got your romance.


Anonymous
04:12:00 PM
5/12/2009

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I leave for "home" tomorrow.

Though this summer's activities will mirror those of last summer's my general outlook has changed dramatically. Since I graduated with a boiling hatred of all of the people I was ever close to in high school, last summer was the best summer of my life. I could run away and kick the dirt in their faces and never, never, never look back. Every smile was a huge "fuck you" to everyone who wrote me off as a bitch or a whore or a crazy person. I was free of them and what they thought would never, ever matter again. They didn't know who I was and they still don't know. Their b, not mine.

This summer I leave these mountains knowing the absolute greatest people I've ever met. Instead of running far, far away from here I'm being dragged kicking and screaming. Sure I will laugh with my neighborhood friends back home- we'll party and go nuts and spend the summer shining like water under the sun. I will frown on the inside, though. I don't know if I can be truly whole and happy knowing that I'm not with the people to whom I belong.


Anonymous
09:34:00 PM
5/11/2009

I'm having major issues accepting my own mortality. Has everyone already realized that they're really, really gonna die? Am I late in seeing this, or is this the next phase in growing up? Am I the only person who feels a clock ticking in the back of their mind? Everything is going so fast, I'm scared that I'm going to blink my eyes and all of a sudden I'm going to be on my deathbed. I'm terrified. I love living.


Anonymous
02:04:00 AM
5/10/2009

Saturday, May 09, 2009

You see, my mom wants to love me but she just can't, because I don't have a job. Wish I did!

Dr. A.

I love my religion and I am not ashamed.

Anonymous
12:28:00 AM
5/07/2009

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

4 exams down and 1 to go...
I am so scared to leave all of this, and most of all, I'm terrified to leave you.

Anonymous
12:28:00 PM
5/05/2009

Monday, May 04, 2009

Deprivation, In Three Parts (also titled, 10:31am)

I.
Restless / breaking / from lack of sleep
Dying / but from lack of You
Slowly, draining, tossing, turning
Nothing coming for the weary
Nothing, headed nowhere
Fast.
I am far gone - and
I am done.


II.
I have thoroughly given up on sleep tonight
today, this morning?
As I lay here, thoughts drift to you
Asleep, peacefully snoozing (snoring) across the ocean
exactly 5 hours and approximately
three thousand one hundred fourteen miles
(five thousand twelve kilometres)
away
I miss you terribly, awfully, completely
There is always the phantom feeling
of you at my back
bare skin, full body
Arm wrapped around my torso
ever protective, ever caring
Every shift mirroring the other's
Remolding to the nooks of our bodies
sticking together, gliding against
the largest organs
the most sensitive organs

I want to fall asleep to sound of your breathing

I want to wake up to your smile


III.
Every caress of the breeze through my window (the drapes)
lifting my hair, baring my neck
The air (the cold) a contrast to your breath (the warmth)
with which I am unfairly (surprisingly) familiar (intimate)
The wind (like your cane) cracks the cloth (like my ass)
making it taught (tense) before easing back (the next stroke?)
On and on the pattern drags, lulling (relaxing) me
into sub -consciousness (-space).


Anonymous
02:25:00 PM
5/04/2009

Friday, May 01, 2009

I miss math classes where I would get sheets of problems.

Now I get a single problem and fill sheets of paper.


Anonymous
12:18:00 AM
5/01/2009

http://www.nytimes.whsites.net/edlife/

Someone write something for this.


Anonymous
12:09:00 AM
5/01/2009

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Whenever I'm up late working on a paper, the whole room starts to smell like my sour, stressed-out vagina. I don't get it and it's not cool.


Anonymous
09:00:00 PM
4/30/2009

Sometimes I wish life were a fairytale and you would come and sweep me off my feet on the back of a white stallion. I know life is not like that and you try really damn hard. I love you for being you.


Anonymous
07:30:00 PM
4/29/2009

yeah. you miss me. right.

lie to me about having a girlfriend so you can get what you want out of me. oh but next time, you might not want to tell one of my best friends about your girlfriend... like she's not gonna tell me.

see if i take you back after that crap you pulled. your player days are over.

fuck you shag


Anonymous
09:28:00 PM
4/28/2009

Today I told the boy I like that I've had a crush on him all semester and asked him on a date

AND HE SAID YES!

I'm on top of the world and none of my friends really care D:


Anonymous
01:39:00 AM
4/28/2009

Sunday, April 26, 2009

I love waking up every morning and making love with you before even saying a word, and afterwards, the first words said are "I love you." I think every relationship should be this way. <3 <3


Anonymous
02:00:00 PM
4/26/2009

It's the last two weeks of the semester. I have had the biggest and most ridiculous crush on the boy that sits in front of me in both my calc and physics classes. It's to the point where it's ridiculous and I've been trying my hardest to let him know I like him but it's not getting through.
I'm going to tell him today.


Anonymous
12:03:00 PM
4/26/2009

i want to be the cristina to someone's juan antonio and maria elena, except i wouldn't leave.


Anonymous
04:14:00 AM
4/26/2009

Friday, April 24, 2009

The only reason you are with him is that I wasn't around to be there instead of him. I'm going to do what I have to.

I mean it.

dr. a

When life throws a fork in your path, which side should you continue on? Will your past continue on your path or will it veer off in the other direction? I hope I see my past again some day. Such wonderful dreams. I hope the path I have chosen is full of worthwhile struggle and satisfaction. I will meet with my dreams and seize them in the end.

Anonymous
09:55:00 AM
4/20/2009

Sunday, April 19, 2009

I think things are going to be OK.


Anonymous
09:00:00 PM
4/19/2009

Why does she get love graffiti all over town after she breaks your heart, and I come to fix you and get nothing from you?

Please open up to me. I'm working on trusting you, please, please trust me back.


Anonymous
07:37:00 PM
4/19/2009

The show was awful, the crowd was awful, but by some sort of silly fate we wound up being thrown together by a sea of sweaty teenagers. His hand found my shoulder and I said "I hope this moment never ends" out loud because I knew he couldn't hear me.


Anonymous
12:55:00 AM
4/17/2009

Despite the fact that my chosen career will likely involve many life threatening situations. I know I'll be alright.

A fortune cookie told me that "your blessing is only this, to be safe and sound your whole lifetime"


Anonymous
10:42:00 PM
4/15/2009

I have made a couple hundred dollars by stealing (practically new) spirit wear from our dorms' laundry rooms, and "returning" it to the bookstore. I've been doing this for about a term now, and with four weeks left for classes, I don't think anyone has gotten any the wiser.


Anonymous
06:56:00 PM
4/15/2009

So here’s the thing- I really like you. I know it’s kind of silly. I know that, to most, it would not appear founded on much. And maybe it’s not. Maybe it all stems from our playful flirting and the attraction I have to introverts. Maybe you just possess those few qualities that automatically draw me in without much consideration.

I mean, it’s not like you’re perfect. You have this thing against holidays that can get so extreme that you let your friends miss out on you because you can’t get over your own insecurity. You are closed off to the point of miscommunication and the edge of loneliness. You are stubborn and disaffected. You are not as respectful of me as you should be.

But then, I don’t really want you to be. How else would we communicate? I am awkward too. I do not make friends easily. But I am friendly. And so are you. And I care about my friends. And so do you, though your friends are not as quick to gain importance in your mind. You are polite to elders and those who serve you. You seem to know the value of a dollar, to a greater extent than most here at least. You have had real problems in your life, as have I. You are not overdramatic. You are passionate about life- running, faith, intellect. You are not content with the status quo. You question establishment and make your own path. And you are successful in doing so. I am stubborn too. You love stupid arguments, but never concede your point. Your disaffection from society is sad, but I too attempt to rise above. You make me laugh. You care how I feel. You possess wisdom about relationships. And you are not shallow.

I’m not sure that writing this was a good idea. It seems that you have many more good character traits than bad. And it seems that I identify with many of your traits I’ve labeled as bad. No wonder I find you hot regardless of your lack of classic good looks. No wonder I dream about you with little provocation. No wonder I can’t seem to let the thought of us go. No wonder my efforts made in attempt to not dwell on my feelings do little good. My feelings for you are like a sinusoidal graph, shifted at least two units up on the y-axis. Except the high points last longer, and the low points aren’t even that low. The low points are the times I convince myself that you have been mean or that you are otherwise somehow undeserving of my affection. They only last until I see you again. Then you make up for it. Or I find out that I was wrong. You don’t let me down for very long.

But you are unavailable. You do not need me, and you must not want me. Like that. Because I am here. And you could have had me many times. You could have broken up with her. But you say that you love her. And I am glad that you can admit to such a deep emotion, especially in connection to another human-being. I am glad that you are happy. I am glad that she is happy. I am glad that you’ll have another blissful summer together…

Actually, I am not. I will try very hard to put you out of my mind this summer. It may work, in waves like a cosine graph. But often when I think of you, I will remember that you are with her- laughing, cuddling, making love. And a wave inside of me will well up with jealousy and passion. I will want to be her, though I love myself. I will remember that I will see you in the fall, but I will remind myself that you will still be with her, because the alternate option is too wonderful to think of. I will not let myself get my hopes up and be hurt in the fall. You love her. And you are happy. And even if I cannot think of you two together, I am happy for you. And I will continue to tell myself that we would not be good together, though in honesty I think we would be. I will continue to guard my heart from you. I will not attach my emotions to you or any boy. I will live peacefully in communion with God. And so I will never be let down, I will never be unhappy.

Excuse the lame math metaphors. This was not meant to be entirely mathematically accurate.


Anonymous
09:24:00 PM
4/14/2009

Friday, April 10, 2009

When I was little and I couldn't sleep, my mom would rub my back while telling me the names of all the people who loved me. She would fill a whole hour like that sometimes, exhausting nuclear family members, then household pets, then distant cousins, then teachers and friends from school, and occasionally (but rarely) falling back on Jesus and God. I think sometimes I faked nightmares just so she would do that with me.

I'm twenty now, and I'm in college far away from home. I'm a big girl who does her own laundry and has a discount card for the local grocery store and always remembers to sort the recyclables. I know I need to learn to be an adult, but all I want right now is for my mom to sit on the side of my bed and rub my back and tell me the names of all the people who love me.


Anonymous
4/10/2009
12:33:00 AM

I desperately want some order in the universe, some logic, some rationality. But I guess I would settle for good prospects for the future or a few good friends.


Anonymous
4/09/2009
11:04:00 PM

In my head I know that it's a good thing that we're apart now. If you gave up after the hits we took you wouldn't have been able to handle the rest of what life would throw at us.
That doesn't stop me from wondering though, what if the succession of sucker punches that life hit us with had been a little more spread out, instead of one after another, would we have made it? If you and I hadn't been dealing with other things, would we have been able to stick it out through the extraneous things?
I wonder at all of these things. But in the end, after a couple of years of saying "i love you", when i Actually Needed You, those words and feelings that you claimed to have dried up. You sloughed them off like a snake shedding a layer of dead skin, and slithered on to your next target.
The next time you tell someone you love them, Mean It.


Anonymous
4/09/2009
12:20:00 AM

I just realized that I really, really miss my high school boyfriend. It's been two years and what I wouldn't give for one last night of sex, boredom, and nothing at all to say to him..


Anonymous
4/08/2009
01:36:00 PM

Monday, April 06, 2009

I wish I could be that girl that some guy is worried about cyclically crushing on.

Anonymous
08:56:00 PM
4/05/2009

Sunday, April 05, 2009

C-c-c-c-c-combo breakerrr

What do you do when you have these cyclical crushes that keep you up late at night writing sappy, amateurish poetry and whining piteously about your life? How do you just keep on going with your life and get a new girl or a new viewpoint or whatever it is that gets you out of a rut?

Because really, I have oh so very much had it with this rut and the ones like it.

Sparknotes: I like a girl, she doesn't/won't ever like me, I still like the girl. It's almost like a lame haiku. A laimku. My life is a laimku.

Does anyone have a foolproof method of stamping out recurrent crushes?
If so, lay it on me,

Yours,
Dr. A

drunk get crunkkkk
tangst angst
boys and life
and drugs and drankz
mostly drankz
fucking and kissing and college and vodka and living

Anonymous
01:40:00 AM
4/04/2009

How about this angst:
I smoked so much weed a month ago, that I'm completely turned off of smoking...
I miss you, Mary-Jane!

Anonymous
06:02:00 PM
4/04/2009

Friday, April 03, 2009

I hope tangst doesn't die. It's too much fun reading about how dramatic other people's lives are. Or, how dramatic they pretend it is.


Anonymous
07:03:00 PM
4/02/2009

I answered the door naked and fucked him there in the door way. It was amazing.


Anonymous
05:45:00 PM
4/02/2009

Why all the relationship angst recently? Why no interesting angst?

I've got some interesting angst. FUCK the Sierpinski triangle! FUCK me failing Programming because I can't write the recursive code that'll draw it! FUCK JAVA!


Anonymous
01:07:00 PM
4/02/2009

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I WILL NOT FIGHT FOR YOUR AFFECTION.
Now kiss me goddamnit.


Anonymous
03:50:00 AM
3/29/2009

Monday, March 23, 2009

Box box is slacking here. Step up your game good sir.


Anonymous
02:10:00 PM
3/23/2009

Seriously. What the fuck?


Anonymous
12:56:00 AM
3/23/2009

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Loving you is killing me.


Anonymous
08:34:00 PM
3/17/2009

I'm tired of boys at my school who can't get any girls tell me that girls at state schools are so much hotter. especially when they are ugly. do they not know that they are unattractive and that boys at state schools are better looking than them??


Anonymous
07:49:00 PM
3/11/2009

After moving cross country for college, thinking it would make me a happier person, I realize that I've never been more miserable in my entire life. Completely broke, all of my classes dropped, and on the verge of eviction (from my dorm!), I'm at the end of my rope. Further more, I lack a proper social network, choosing to purposely alienate myself with the knowledge I'll probably have to leave. At the same time, going back home would make me feel like an utter failure in the eyes of my mother and peers. I don't even have any idea how to begin moving back, I just feel so hopeless and lost. I just want to drop out.

Of course on top of all of this there's relationship drama. The boy of my dreams is on the coast I moved from. Before we parted ways he said that he thinks "We'll be OK" but I don't know what that means. He's all I think about and I haven't the slightest idea how he feels about me now, even after dating for nearly a year. I'm positive he's going to find someone a million times better than me.

I've totally F'ed my life up, I just felt so pressured even after realizing that I didn't want to leave anymore, I did and now I don't even know why I'm here.


Anonymous
10:42:00 PM
3/10/2009

Holy shit I just realized I'm a player.

Anonymous
09:20:00 AM
3/06/2009

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Shit. The big 2-0.

My tangst is no longer valid.

Damn it.

A few weeks ago, I sent him a message telling him how much our relationship meant to me. Both the very short romantic portion and the awesome friendship prior to that. I told him how he helped me through the worst months of my life and thanked him for being there. He never responded to that message.

Since we broke up a little over three months ago, I can count the number of times he has initiated any kind of conversation with me on my fingers, despite the fact that we eat lunch together every day. Casual side-conversation, where we act like we're okay with each other, is usually the extent of our interactions. Today he casually asked how I was doing. When I responded with a "been better", he wanted to know what was wrong. I wanted to scream at him that there was no point in trying to pretend like he cared about me now.

But before all this, he was the only one that helped. When I was around him, I didn't feel like I was putting on the same show of being happy as I was with everybody else. It was genuine. Now that things have only gotten worse, I feel like I should be distancing myself from him, instead of trying to get back what we had before. But I can't. I'm afraid I'll lose the one thing that could maybe help me again someday. So I'm taking this awkward, fake civility over nothing. Not being over him is bad enough, I don't think I could handle losing him forever.

Anonymous
3/05/2009
08:18:00 PM

I like my best guy friend here, who has a girlfriend somewhere far away. I think he's really cool for many reasons and I can identify with him better than most here, but truthfully I think I like him most out of convenience and lack of someone better in my life at the moment. I should get over him, because we're just not going to happen (though if he didn't have a girlfriend we totally would... Is it bad that we're flirty enough that I can tell that?). But honestly, I don't really want to get over him. It's so much more fun and easier to keep hoping that "someday, maybe..."

Anonymous
3/01/2009
11:00:00 PM

I just found myself sucking face with my best guy friend in a closet in my dorm who I feel close to nothing for and who apparently loves me.

Is there some way that I can let him know that I don't ever want that to happen again?

Anonymous
3/01/2009
07:36:00 PM

The Boy I just hooked up with last night: Really pretty, interesting, grating and annoying personality.

The Boy I have a crush on: Not bad looking, extraordinarily egotistical and pseudointellectual.

My "constant" boy: Pretty damn ugly, really, REALLY funny, can be a total dick when everyone else is around, also has an ego problem, makes me happy.

I wish I could find a boy who I liked for most of his characteristics instead of just a few.

Anonymous
2/28/2009
04:58:00 PM

Thursday, February 26, 2009

I've liked him since last semester when my suitemate heard me in the bathroom and invited me to share wine with her and some friends. Call me intellectually promiscuous but there was something about the way he argued philosophy and politics that I found so HOTT. He's not that bad looking, either. Well, his hair is icky but I don't care all that much. This semester we are in a creative writing class together and he told another girl in the class that he really likes me. Awesome, right?

Complications: I am in an "open" relationship. We're not boyfriend/girlfriend but neither of us are really single and I don't have any problems just hooking up with this guy but I can't see myself in a relationship and I'm not sure if he just wants my booty. Also, the day my friend told me that he likes me I got a text message from one of my really good (drama queen) friends that said "I am 100% totally crushing on [him]." Lame. I liked him first. He likes me. He doesn't like her at all and only hangs out with her because I'm around her all the time.

I want to be with him so badly but I don't know what to do! I thought drama disappeared in college but I was dead wrong.


Anonymous
2/26/2009
12:31:00 PM

I'm afraid I can never be satisfied having just one person. Whenever I get in a relationship,after about a week or two, I already want out and subconsciously I start to sabotage it. Well, this time, I'm with a really good guy. A great guy. Smart, funny, sweet, considerate, everything I don't deserve. He's also kind of clueless and inexperienced. But there's this other guy who I've kissed before who told me we'd never be more than friends with benefits. He's a complete ass. Arrogant, self-centered, but incredibly sexy. He knows exactly what he's doing. And I can't forget him. He started texting me again last night and I think something might happen with us again. The sad thing is I feel exhilarated. But I'm also terrified of breaking my boyfriend's heart. He's so fragile already.


Anonymous
2/23/2009
02:56:00 PM

when will you being so immature and irritable? stop isolating yourself. we've been friends since we were 12. now we're 16 and i guess we changed because everything you do makes me upset.

you are so pathetic and you are ruining your senior year.
stay alone if that's what you wish...it's not much of my problem anyways
come back to me once you open your mind and your heart, because right now you are just a miserable island and you're too fucked up, not in a good way.
PEACE


Anonymous
2/22/2009
01:19:00 PM

I just got back from being DD at this beyond huge kegger. Being DD usually sucks, but this time was just so, so bad. My boyfriend got plastered and kissed 4 different girls and then when I called him out, clung to me the entire fucking night. He was one of those crying drunks too, he kept crying and hugging me and spilling his nasty beer all over me. Very unattractive. So then I'm trying to round everyone up, and I guess I just didn't realize how uncontrollable drunk people are. It's sort of funny, but I just get in this existential state of mind when this happens. Arghh just needed to vent about my crazy night. Thank you.


Anonymous
2/22/2009
02:00:00 AM

Saturday, February 21, 2009

How do you tell someone who used to be your best friend that they are a complete psycho head-case without being a complete bitch about it?


Anonymous
2/21/2009
03:56:00 PM

no one EVER comments on my posts.


Anonymous
2/21/2009
02:52:00 PM

Hah! Not likely I'll get into Massachusetts Institute of Technology, more likely I'll be going to the Wake Institute of Technology.


Anonymous
2/21/2009
03:11:00 AM

Thursday, February 19, 2009

PS STAFF SUCKS.


Anonymous
2/18/2009
11:33:00 PM

I wish Tangst admins would publish these. Tangst only seems dead when it's like this. :(


Anonymous
2/15/2009
05:10:00 PM

Half a year down the drain. Fuck parents, fuck divorce, fuck your shitty reasons for feeling insecure with commitment. Fuck you. If you want to get rid of me then you'll have to say it. I'm sticking it out until then.


Anonymous
2/12/2009
02:01:00 PM

this summer, before you leave for college, i am going to tell you that i'm in love with you.

and at least that way if it fails miserably, i'll never have to see you again.

i would tell you now, but you're also a girl. i guess this means i'm more afraid of people thinking i'm gay than i'm afraid of being rejected.


Anonymous
2/08/2009
11:16:00 PM

What the fuck happened to Enloe? I visited a few weeks back and it has completely gone to shit. It wasn't terrible in '08, it wasn't /good/, but it sure as hell wasn't this bad.


Anonymous
2/06/2009
09:40:00 AM

my parents hate the guy i've fallen for. we secretly dated (i know...stupid) for 7 months and they hate him and hardly know him. they found out ive been talking to him and almost made me move home this semester. how can i choose?


Anonymous
2/01/2009
02:14:00 AM

The only reason I'm with my boyfriend right now is because he's loving company. I don't actually like him that much but I like the hugs and the cuddles.


Anonymous
1/31/2009
03:07:00 PM

I only said it was okay because I love you.


Anonymous
1/31/2009
02:39:00 AM

i know i shouldn't, but i can't help but miss not eating and cutting and not giving a shit. i don't have the self-control to do that anymore and i hate it.


Anonymous
1/30/2009
07:29:00 AM

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I hope I wake up tomorrow morning.

-Anonymous

1/27/2009 01:50:00 AM

I have the absolute biggest crush on the nerdy boy in front of me in Physics Lecture. He also sits in front of me in Calc II. Oh god help.

-Anonymous

1/24/2009 04:53:00 PM

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Sorry Boys and Girls

My bad on not posting these things earlier guys; I've been both busy and extraordinarily lazy these days.

I also apologize for the formatting. I had to knock out 11 in short order so I didn't format them in the normal style.

-PChis

THE ROPE

I go places, wondering if you'll be there. I admire myself through your eyes. Oh yes, I recognize obsession, with it's warm distorted view of my world. You've made me let go of meaningless things that meant everything; lost jewelry, tombstones, chestnut colored horses; things I once hold on to to survive. Thank you. But I wonder, when you're gone, will I completely lose my grip?


Anonymous
1/14/2009
08:01:00 PM

Five girls lying in the dark, trying to be quiet as we wait for my mom to fall asleep, muffled giggles escaping here and there.

Four girls sneaking out of the house, E already asleep, I know she's faking, but I don't tell, the others are too excited by the possibilities of tonight to notice.
Three boys we meet in the park, the ones that our guy friends who care told us to stay away from, but flirting with danger, so to speak, is too enticing.
Two. The number of times we have to stop the boys from following us back, we don't want them to know where I live.

One night we let loose. We're the good girls, we don't do things like this. It wasn't all that bad, but it's enough to make us feel like we're living on the edge. Something we may never mention again but when we pass each other in the halls we'll laugh and think ourselves in control.


Anonymous
1/14/2009
07:53:00 PM

When we snuck to the ridge it was harder to tell whether it was closer to dawn or dusk, and as tiny speakers played music without words you revealed a side of yourself that I had never seen. It was there, as you carefully explained the rotating constellations and in the way you held me, protectively, in your arms to keep me warm. I was happy to endure the teasing glances of our friends as i traced patterns on your cheek because I know they approve, and later as they slept, I curled myself into your chest and found myself in the place I most wanted to be.


Anonymous
1/14/2009
07:34:00 PM

the people posting on here are sad. You all should be happy. Become happy by watching this awesome video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zw4MQ3c8oYw

:D


envoi
1/14/2009
04:36:00 AM

Yesterday I bought a pack of cigarettes. Since I had filled in my mail-in ballot while I was still seventeen, this was the first really grown-up thing I had done since my eighteenth birthday.

Like most rites of passage it was easier than I had imagined. I specified which brand, let the man at the counter inspect my ID, and declined his offer of matches. Nobody looked surprised and I walked home, feeling a little older.
The remorse that came afterwards made me feel older still.

It was not my money and not my lungs, but somebody paid and somebody will smoke them, someone I am fond of, and I am using him and his addiction to fuel my own rebellion. I am in no position to make him quit but I shouldn't be an enabler. He could quit now if nobody gave him cigarettes, but somebody will always give him cigarettes because he has such a beautiful smile.

I could say that I did it for love but I don't think I love him.


Anonymous
1/13/2009
08:16:00 PM

I had a dream last night that finally made me realize:
I'm still in love with my ex-boyfriend, I've just learned to live without him. When I visited high school and he went out of his way to come talk to me I was nervous, happy, sad, and all sorts of other things. This is so hard to come to terms with but it's true. In the dream we were back together and he held my hand and kissed me and everything in the world was fine. He's all I think about with my other boyfriend.

Damnit.


Anonymous
1/12/2009
12:33:00 PM

im not ready to be back in school. God i hate it here, i had forgotten how much i do, i dont even know why i do. I have more friends than last semester but i just hate being here so much. I wish I knew what it was that I feel like im missing.


Anonymous
1/12/2009
12:30:00 PM

I don't read posts that are more than a few sentences long. I don't feel like its worth my time.


Anonymous
1/12/2009
01:55:00 AM

fuck bitches. I hate em.


Anonymous
1/10/2009
08:56:00 PM

The pill has made my boobs so much bigger but I'm also hungry ALL the time now. This happening to anyone else?


Anonymous
1/08/2009
11:58:00 PM

i swoon over you so much more than you know.

i just think that you should know that.


Anonymous
1/08/2009
07:35:00 PM

Thursday, January 08, 2009

I must be crazy to love you. You must be crazy to love me. We are two crazy peas in a far-out pod man.


Anonymous
1/07/2009
07:08:00 PM

Nothing is more beautiful than the way I feel when we drive through the deserted parking lot blasting your horrible music and sharing swigs from a glass bottle. The orange glow of the streetlamps illuminates your face and I silence my ringing phone as our lips meet. My heart does back flips. Your hand burns on my thigh. I love you, I think. And I shouldn’t. Somewhere, your girlfriend suspects nothing. I’d give anything to hold onto the feeling. I can’t go on without you. You ended it. Did the right thing. Stayed with the right girl. The pretty one, the good one. I used to be the good girl. I respect that even though inside, my heart cracks open. You made promises. Maybe in the future. Some hint in your smile, in your eyes, tells me this isn’t over. I’ll wait. "Friends?" I ask, feeling my fingers turn to ice. "Always," you remind me.


Anonymous
1/06/2009
06:12:00 PM

It's a fairly surreal story -- my ex-lover sends me a postcard, I write back, my reply is found by a drifter who starts writing to me fan letters, calling me thought-provoking and "a very solid and legit young woman."

We've been carrying on this odd correspondence for a while now, and I enjoy having a reason to check the mail, and while I'm thinking about M. I can't be worrying about J. who was doing so well for so long until he nearly killed himself with poisonous mushrooms.

Sometimes I even think I'm not in love with him anymore.

I've been spending my time flirting by letter, doing what I can to avoid thinking about him, reading the books that M. recommends, digging up CDs of M.'s favorite music, saving my money to leave home although at the moment I have nowhere specific to go. I'm rebuilding a life out of secondhand cassette tapes and fifty-dollar bills. For now that's almost enough.

M. took a photograph of J. when they were staying at the same house for a few days. I found it partly by accident, and he looks so sick.

It's a new year, and I've already done so much to put the past in its place, but for now I have to pause and raise my glass to missed opportunities.


Anonymous
1/05/2009
11:04:00 PM

Monday, January 05, 2009

I think it's sad that nobody commented on the "LALA. I love life!" post below, but the sad ones get so many comments. Why are we as humans drawn to sadness?


Anonymous
10:20:00 PM
1/04/2009

About 20% of the posts from the last few pages are from me! :D They are all legit though.


Anonymous
10:22:00 PM
1/04/2009

It seems like there's one person on here who is incredibly outspoken against drug use and just replies to every post.


Anonymous
02:28:00 AM
1/04/2009

Shit. You guys broke up. Please please please don't take the guy I like away from me. You have the advantage of being here where he is, while I am stuck 2 hours away. Please don't do it.


Anonymous
04:54:00 PM
1/04/2009

I slipped the kid I was babysitting last night an oxycontin.


Anonymous
10:30:00 PM
1/04/2009

Dude. You have a boyfriend. I'm sorry if you're not happy with him or whatever, but that doesn't mean you also get to have the guy I like. First of all, he's not into you. Sorry. Second, YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND. Third, ruining the entire day because you were jealous of me and him is such an immature way to react. If you expect to head to college pullin shit like that, you will get eaten alive by the real adults. Sorry, my dear. You're my friend, but you need to grow up. You can't have everything.


Just Another Girl
12:53:00 AM
1/04/2009

My friends at home suck. I miss school where the goal isn't to find a place to party every night.


Anonymous
05:04:00 PM
1/04/2009

Are all guys prone to cheating?


Anonymous
06:47:00 PM

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Oh box box. I missed that.


Anonymous
01:30:00 PM
1/03/2009

Just when everything seems to be getting back on track: everything is peaceful, and I'm floating in tepid waters then- SHIT happens. Damnit.


Anonymous
09:53:00 AM
1/03/2008

I have literally sat at my computer for an hour and 17 minutes trying to figure out which admin you are. Because I KNOW you are one. And I can't figure it out although I have a hunch you may be knight_racer... Arghh this is driving me crazy!!


Anonymous
10:22:00 PM
1/02/2009

Friday, January 02, 2009

I broke up with my boyfriend about a month ago and I have no regrets. He was no good for me and I probably should have done it sooner, but lately I've been so incredibly horny.

All I think about is masturbating and sex.

We came close to having sex several times, but we never did because he'd always have second thoughts at the last minute and decide he didn't want to yet.

I don't miss anything about him. I just miss the kissing and him touching and fingering me.

I miss the "sexual activity" so to speak


Anonymous
01/02/09
11:11:00 AM

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Glad that year's done with.


Anonymous
01:04:00 AM
1/01/2009