Incredible.I do everything for my friends. I really do. I take notes when they’re not in school. I put a shitload of effort into holiday and birthday presents even though I really don’t have much money. I contact them when they’re not in school to make sure they’re okay. I’m always, always there for them when they need someone to talk to. NONE of this gets repaid. None.And I don’t even...

Okay. Hello people of Mibba! I have a question. I’ve been offered this summer job at a sleep-away camp through a family friend. They have a son who will be about 7 months by the summer, and his dad is working at the camp so they need a mother’s helper. If I take the job, I get free room and board, I can participate in camp activities whenever I’m not working, and I get tipped about $300 at...

I feel trapped.Everything in my life seems to be out of place in some way. The different aspects of it are just running away from each other and then back again. My mind can’t decide between extreme sadness and actually being happy that I’m alive. My mind can’t decide if my body actually looks okay once and for all, or it’s completely disgusting and I’ll sell my soul to look the way I...

I gave you everything. And I didn’t even know you. I talked to you for hours on end, my phone vibrating constantly. I was reluctant to give you my number. I was nervous. I don’t usually talk to people I haven’t met. But you insisted. I felt bad. You had no one to talk to, no one to confide in, and I knew that was really all you needed. Or…so I thought. It was…okay, I suppose, for a...

I can’t.I’ve always know that I’ve been different, and I’ve always been okay with it. I’ve found friends who are different like me and we’re the group that just doesn’t fit in anywhere else. We had fun. Until everyone became swarmed with new people and new experiences. Now, they’ve developed a whole new group. Everyone in it is wonderful. We’re all wonderfully strange and we like...

You know how sometimes you can’t decide if you want to remember something forever or forget about and never let it into your mind again? Well that’s how my ENTIRE life has been lately. A few people have really hurt me, whether or not they’re aware of it I’m not entirely sure, but they certainly are continuing to do so. It’s like when you fall on the pavement (Spaz = knows what that feels...

Wow, I feel like I’m doing absolutely nothing with my life at this point. Anyone doing anything interesting this summer? I kinda just sit around, watch Ghost Adventures and make paper stars. So I’m not the most productive, no…But I’d like to do something productive, I just have no f*cking idea of what that possibly could be. And I tried out contacts last week, FAIL. Couldn’t even get one...

Bleh. Anyone else suffering from writer’s block? Or is it just me? Anyway, I need help! The story I’ve been writing, And If Your Heart Stops Beating, has come up to a very suspenseful part and I cannot think of CRAP. If anyone has any kind of idea, vague, specific, screw it, I don’t care. PLEASE read it, and help me out here! I also started out on another story, At The End of The World, and...

A while back, a friend of mine compared me to a Monday. It sounds a bit odd, I know. But think about it. Mondays are overlooked. A lot of people don’t like them. But if you’re one of those people who does like Mondays, you can see that there’s a lot more to them than most people think. There are people who think that Mondays are amazing, and that’s what really matters. So…she said that...

Well, I stumbled across something I'd written a little while ago, and I'm not really sure what it's supposed to be. I can't exactly put it into a category, it's just...writing, I guess.Forever grateful for their sins.Unwelcome shadows linger in.The clock tick tocks, but dims away,The world before you…fades to black.You can’t hide from pain. It will always find you. You can’t escape the...