Things have been pretty good, so I haven't needed to rant anywhere, but right now, all I want to do is scream from the top of my lungs. So many walls, so many little time to punch them all.I'm going to use fake names for this, even though I know none of my friends will see this, I just want to so I feel more comfortable.There is a guy called Sam. I started to like Sam a while ago, even though he...

He likes my best friend. I know it.I can feel it. I sense these things, I know when someone likes someone, and he likes her. He feels about her the same way I feel about him. It's so obvious.For starters, I've just been told that he never Skypes one on one with girls. He always asked to Skype with her. He's never asked to Skype with me.He said her name was one of the prettiest names he's heard....

You.You are a beg. You are an attention seeker. You are not even a person anymore. You are a concoction of everything and everyone you have seen in your small, boring life. You are just a shell of a being, with cuttings of other people's personalities shoved inside you, but not delicately. They've been shoved so violently that you've ended up ruining it. You took a good sense of humour and turned...

When I speak to him I have to watch everything I say. I can't make an off-hand remark without worrying I've offended him. I can't just say something stupid, because he'll call me dumb. It's not right, or fair.I want to be able to get lost in a conversation with him, but instead I have to tiptoe over my words, and analyse each message before I send it. I don't want him to think I'm stupid. I don't...

I have decided to retreat to this website as I have realised I don't have anywhere to write my thoughts anymore. Every site I am on is so public. I have nowhere to hide. Facebook was never option, Twitter one neither. I used to have Tumblr, but now I don't feel like I can be completely honest and open there. Once upon a time I could use Livejournal, but now even that isn't secure enough for me. So...