You smoke menthol cigarettes and you think I am too smart for you. When a girl from our writing class asked how long we had known each other, she was shocked to hear that it was only a couple of months. When you gave me your number, I had no intention of calling you. You drum your foot against the floor out of habit. You looked out the window while a girl read a story about rape in front of the...

I'm currently in a Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Magical Realism class, and I'm quickly approaching the deadline for the fourteen-page final paper. The problem is that I'm not really sure what I want to write about. The paper allows me to write about anything within the fantastical mode - this includes books, movies, video games, comics, etc. that contain any sort of fantasy, science fiction, or magical...

You wanted to be Indiana Jones when you were little. Sifting my hands through your mind felt like archaeology; I wanted to discover ancient artifacts in your veins, uncover lost civilizations in your bones, there were hidden cities inside of you that I could not wait to call home. You were never afraid of anything but me - soft bodied, warm blooded, and entirely too passionate for you. I would...

I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to complain about how my twenties are ruined. I guess I'm supposed to tell you about how ugly I feel and how much pain I'm in and how my life is over for the next 94 weeks, but I'm not going to do that because that simply isn't the case.Now, don't get me wrong: I'm not saying that I don't occasionally look in the mirror and my self-confidence immediately...

I work forty hours a week as a low-paid government intern at the department of transportation - basically, I am paid to sit behind my desk and read books all day. I tend to go through one book per day, and I only have a few left before I'll need to buy more, so I was hoping that you guys could help me out.I tend to like romance, but not exactly chick-lit, and I'm still balancing between young...

It's not that I'm necessarily "embarrassed" about it. Every woman has a period and every woman has to buy feminine products at some point; it's nothing to be ashamed of. While I have no problem walking around the store holding the little box, I have a huge problem with going through the cashier's line.First off, I don't want to be in a young man's line - I simply don't want him to ring me up...

I'm a very opinionated person. I speak loudly when discussing the things I feel strongly about and, of course, I don't always express myself in the most polite ways. I'm as Democratic as they come, and when entering political debates I refuse to back down on the issue.Yesterday on facebook, some girls got into a discussion on abortion, and I - being pro-choice - commented saying that I was "only...

Last night, a random guy on tumblr messaged me asking for nudes. I would never take those types of pictures, and I would certainly never send them to someone. I told him no and then logged off. This morning there was an anonymous message sitting in my ask box calling me a "fat whore." I'm going to assume it's from that guy, but even then I am not fat, nor am I a whore. And even if I was, it's not...

In the table beside my bed, there is a checklist of things that make a person beautiful. And darling, you ticked every box. You were kind and smart and funny. You were clever, you were witty, you were caring. You listened just as often as you spoke; you remembered the things that everyone else forgot. And you were going places, you really, really were; you had dreams, you had a future, and you had...

When I was with you, I felt like I was a better person; I felt happier, less alone...less lonely. You made me so happy. You taught me what that felt like, happiness, and then...what it felt like to lose it. You made me happier than anyone ever has, and I want you to know that I miss that - I miss you. And I hate myself more than you ever could, because I know that if I had been enough for you, you...

To be honest, it's been a while since I've felt this way. Things build up inside my head and I have no way to let them out. So I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you, and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn't get it; they may think they get it, but they don't. They don't understand it, they don't know. They don't. But you were meant to read these words.I can't do this anymore. I just...

Which is kind of amazing, really. I was really uninspired for a really long time, and I feel like this is a step in the right direction - or a step away from college and scholarship essays, at least.Anyway, it's called Baby Steps.I would really appreciate if you could look at it, and of course I'm always up to comment swap. Just please try to make sure your story is of a fair length, please no...

I put a lot of faith in people. I realize that's probably a bad thing. I truly believe that, if you care a lot about a person, and you show that you do, they will want to change themselves for the better. I'm not in the business of giving up on people; I love with my whole heart even when I hate with my entire being. I just wanted you to know. I wanted you to know because I know how you feel, and...

When it comes to music, I don't think there's a right or wrong way to go about it. I think that songs have infinite possibilities, that lyrics have the ability to lend themselves to many different genres. I like the idea that something can be reused, reinvented, brought back from its musical grave. A lot of people don't feel this way, but I'd like to take some time to share a few of my favourite...

I hate this. I hate that you hate me. I hate that I can barely even speak to you anymore. I hate that things are the way they are now. I hate it here, I hate it everywhere, I’m just done. I hate myself, I hate the way I feel, I hate that I am always wrong, and I hate that I am always sorry, but most of all, I hate that I have to hate so much. I'm tired of always apologizing and always feeling...

I don't really hear anyone talk about it here; I mean, it's obvious that there are a lot of people out there who like pop and punk and rock and metalcore and hardcore gangster rap and dubstep, and I like some of that stuff too, but I'm from West Virginia, and around here people like music with twangYou see, the main difference between country music and other types is that it's....well, it's real....

You know, some people are just instantly popular. They attract boys, make friends, and gain followers instantly. I'm not sure if it's sex appeal or personality or what, but I don't have it. I am just this walking, talking friend zapper that scares people away. I don't know, maybe I'm just bitter or angry or weird. But even then, it doesn't make sense to me because I really try to be a nice person,...

You were mine and I was yours, and I can't say that we were happy, but we certainly appeared to be. I saw our entire life flash before my eyes, all of it laid out in front of me like hundreds of little Polaroid pictures. It was like a photo album of our perfect life together.It started off softly, like the photographs had faded, but darling I still remember how we met at a party. We were all...

And I mean I really liked this boy.He didn't live in the same state as me, and his views were so different that I was absolutely intrigued with his every opinion, even if I didn't agree with it. He was beautiful and captivating and different. My friends didn't understand, but that didn't matter. I was happy.Bedcause he was perfection and all I wanted was to be his exception, but he let me down....

I have nothing to talk about. At all.I've been away for a week, and I honestly did not miss this place. It's boring to me now because it feels like nothing is ever happening. None of my friends are here and I haven't written in months and I just no longer feel like a part of the community here.I have legitimately tried to make new friends here and it just isn't working. I've introduced myself...