I'm dating Jack* (not real name). I love him more than anyone else and have never felt this was about anyone else before. I know he is my one and only and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.However, I'm only 19, and commitment scares me. I have this friend... we'll call him Paul. Paul is gorgeous. He's part Cherokee, has two lip piercings, nose, ears gaged, and two cartlidge piercings....

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long...

So I just got back from therapy, well not really just. It was like 3 hrs ago. I had a panic attack in the middle of it. Yay for me! (please note the heavy sarcasm)I really really feel like I owe alot to this website. Somehow writing these stories, even though they don't have much to do with me (well cept for the wishes fantasies concept), has helped me sleep at night. My night terrors are almost...

dont get too close to meCurrent mood: scaredyou don't know much about me. there's things about me that would keep you from sleeping. I know this because they keep me from sleeping.If you get to close to me, you risk getting pulled down with me. I don't do it on purpose, cause it only happens to the people i love. Its like what the titanic did as it sunk. It sucked people down to the blackest...

I'm going to see MCR on April 24th at Gwinett Center in ATL. I am uber excited. Hopefull I'll find someway to meet them. Any suggestions?

anyone to read a damn thing i wrote. its cool. amazing... dont know what to say to describe it. I'm flattered at all the comments my last post got, and its really really nice to know that im not the only one who has to go to therapy. yay. haha!People have been asking me to update my story, and i will first thing in the morning. I'm at my parents house, so yeah.... i gotta wait till no one will be...

I've only been writing a couple of days, but I have already noticed a change.... I'm happier. Its really weird. Even my therapist noticed. I didn't tell him about my writing..... maybe i should have.