I am so afraid of losing him to someone he sees everyday that I could never compete with. I'm afraid of missing out on the nights we should've spent together, and that I'll eventually just end up living vicariously through his friends in order to have some kind of connection with him.Ugh. I want to bring all this out into the open and be like, "HEY. SO YOU LIKE ME, I LIKE YOU, LET'S DO SOMETHING...

I'm just so sad all the time. I could be out doing something with a couple friends and having a good time, until I realize that I just have to come back to this empty house and continue to do nothing with my life. I've only got two or three friends left, and even they don't care much for what's going on in my head. I've tried talking to my sister, and all she does is stare at me. My therapist...

This is going to be so incredibly conceited and narcissistic and I apologize in advance, but I need to get this out somewhere.I don't know why I need approval from the opposite sex to feel good about myself. Countless girls can tell me that they're jealous of me or whatever and that I'm lucky to have what I have, and I know that and I'm trying to come to terms with what I have, and I'm fucking...

I keep wondering if I should even try to patch things over between us. I know that the second I start to get my hopes up again, you'll have to go back to school and time will get away from us and we won't talk for weeks and all of a sudden we're strangers again. I don't know if I want to fix everything because I need someone to depend on, or if I'm just in love with the idea of what we could be to...

I'm in the middle of one of the biggest fics I've ever written, and I rarely even write fic. But I'm loving this. I just don't know where to go with it. I could start it at a variety of different points, but I don't want to be too much like the only other fic I've read with this pairing. And I'm worried that some parts are going to sound just like my inspiration, so it's tough.I do like what I...

I met with a therapist the other day for the first time. It was mostly to go over paperwork and to establish some ground rules, but for some reason, I could not stop crying. I don't really know why, either. Maybe it was because I know how embarrassing everything's going to get once we start meeting regularly, or how utterly defeated I felt after protesting for weeks against the idea of getting a...