When I look at somebody, and I see in their eyes, that they're sad, or depressed, or lonely, I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say, but I do know that if they don't feel better by the end of our conversation, that something bad could happen to then any amount of minutes after we wave goodbye and walk down that hallway or road back to where we were going. I know that I need to help them...

I'm gonna use this site for blogging.I'm pissed off, Boys suck.I mean, I knew this boy would never go out with me in the first place. He has a six pack for crying out loud, but, like, seriously. It's another kind of low to tell me you're kissing other girls KNOWING I'm mad crushing on you, and then standing me up for a... Not really a date, but we were going to hang out. It still sucks. especially...

So I'm thinking about making a story named "My Diary" and writing diary entries in it. I mean, it's not like any of you know me or read my stuff, at least not many of you (obviously). And the people I know that could possibly read it, well it wouldn't bother me if you did. I just am unsure if it would be a good idea, maybe, maybe not.It would pretty much be me rambling about friends,...

So, not to bash on Jesus or anything, but how do people believe in something they've never seen before?I mean, I believe in heaven/hell/purgatory. I believe in spirits. I believe in spirits because i have seen them, I've felt them. Hell, I've had shit thrown at my head. and until that's happened to you I get why you wouldn't believe in ghosts.But maybe I don't understand God, and his "powers"...

So I know You are reading this, (yes I am completely aware that Y is capitalized in you, I did that on purpose.) but you are sleeping, like you have been, for the past like three days, “hibernating” if you will, and it’s kind of getting on my nerves now. And since I can’t talk to you here I am.You have to understand that I’m a girl, I am clingy, obsessive and you know, I worry a lot...

So, lately, I've been pondering drugs.Let me tell you this; I've smoked before, weed, that is, and I enjoyed it very much. It was often not my "go to" for depressing days, but more for those days where I'm happy, pepped and ready to flee. Like the good days when you just, over all feel great about everything.I liked that a lot.But when I met that guy I quit smoking, because he made me. Now that...

Okay, so I don't understand. I don't understand why people don't support you, I get you haven't made the best decisions in life but that''s no reason why your family can't support you, that's no reason why they can't help you instead of put you down. They don't understand you. They don't get how it makes you feel when they say that bullshit about you, too your face. Behind your back. I wish I...

I wan't to be the first to say, I do not want to admit any of this, but I'm going to.I really freaking miss you, I miss everything about you. I miss holding your hand, I miss talking to you and hearing your voice. I miss your hugs, I miss your touch. Most of all I miss your kisses. I don't quite understand why we didn't work, why you were so stubborn to see what you did to me, I did a lot for you....

(My first blog, not sure how it works, but here I go!)"Love Is Not Enough"So, I dated this guy; for three months. I should have known by the way he, I guess you can say, "asked me out" by demanding that i was now his "Boo Bear" that he was the possessive, protective, somewhat emotionally abusive type, but I figured I would give it a try, see if I could make him change. During that three months, I...