There are several possibilities:

1. Just when I get a steady boyfriend, more than one suitor starts showing amorous attentions toward me, and it is a cruel twist of fate that I have to turn so many nice guys away simply for being too late.

2. These attentions are completely platonic and I, in my self-centered mind, perceive them wrongly as being of a romantic nature to make myself feel more desired.

3. I feel trapped in a long-term relationship to which I committed before realizing exactly what that commitment meant, and I deal with those feelings by inviting the attentions of other paramours and subconsciously engaging in emotional affairs with all of them.

4. I'm just a bitch.

More and more I believe in number four.


Anonymous
10:30:00 PM

Why do I continuously torture myself?

You're a jerk, a complete asshole. You're a diva and you brag about sex. I hate you.

But I still really, really like you. I stay up too late just in case you want to complain to me. I encourage you. I ignore my friends. I can't sleep because it makes me sick.

And the worst part is that you will abosolutely never, ever like me. You tell me about different girls, you ask me to tell you how wonderful you are.

What are we, Echo and Narcissus?

Or am I just...nothing? Nothing at all?

If I were to kill myself right now, could anyone trace it back to you? Would you care?

I'd like to pretend you would.

But I know... you don't give a fuck.

So why do I?


Anonymous
12:07:00 AM

I think I have a serious problem. Everyone keeps getting hurt. It is already the fifth person who almost died. But I can't stop


Anonymous
06:01:29 PM

There's pain there, where my heart is. was. broken into a million tiny pieces. It hurts so bad.

He likes her. He does. He just confessed to us.

I'm heartbroken. I never understood the term before, but I do now. I have to go to school tomorrow, and see them joking and laughing together. I don't know if I can face it. After so much hoping, talking to him again will be like stabbing myself.

And he'll be gone soon, to some college far away, never knowing. And I'll be trapped here, where the memory of his smile haunts my steps, and the ghostly laughter fills empty classrooms. And I'll on my own. Again. Abandoned by those I loved best.

I'm crying on my keyboard...

I love you.


Anonymous
11:57:10 PM

You really hurt me. I can't stop wishing you cared.


Anonymous
12:53:32 AM

God, I've let you down. I dont know if I'll ever rise in your eyes again..this hurts.


Anonymous
11:21:06 PM