Here's the thing.You knew it would hurt me.And you did it anyway.I don't. appreciate that.And then you expected me not to say anything?It's like you've never met me.But I guess I can't talk, because right now I feel like I've never met you either.What kind of shit friend have BOTH of you become?Honestly.It's none of my business anyway.You can't go and date this bitch I hate then tell me that my...

Tonight I have to work on aglebra IIH and honors chemistry homework, write an essay for honors english, read and study a chapter for AP world history and work on a semester long project that will count for a large portion of our grade.I also have to clean my room, do laundry, and assemble the bookshelf I got to accommodate my growing library.Today, I came to school with none of last night's...

"I think I'm a sex addict too," he sighed, barely audible through the phone."So that means you've had sex before?" I shot back, immediately doubting that he had. But then I stopped and thought during the long uncomfortable silence that followed.. Had he?I shouldn't doubt it. After all the girls he'd dated, I'm sure that one of them gave it to him. But I hoped with all I could that I was...

To be someone else for a day.Wearing a dress that makes me look pretty.Hiding my true self beneath layers and layers of beautiful fabric.I don't want to pretend, but it's hard not to when you don't know who your own self is.What do I want?What do I really, truly want?It's hard to say.I'll apologize one second, then the next say things like, I won't pretend that I'm sorry.The cycle will start over...

I only pretended I didn't know what you were talking about.But I was telling the truth; I was okay.But the more I think, the more it hurts.I want to stop thinking.But that won't help anything.I know what day it is.I've been waiting for it to come, just to see how terrible it would feel.But instead, I feel the same the same the same as I always do.I was acting weird today at lunch.Because you were...

I am a stereotypical teen. I'm moody and whiny, and I blame everything on other people. I exaggerate everything and I'm way over-dramatic. I try vainly to impress my peers because I'm insecure and always feel like I'm not good enough. I think this society is conformist and too controlling, and by the time I'm thirty, most people my age will have no emotions.Starting at birth, every one of us is...

I am convinced that it should not have ended the way it did. We could have lasted through high school, through all our stupid teenage hormonal issues, through all the drama I seem to attract too much of. The fact is, I really believed that we could make everything work. Just like you told me. You always said we were meant for each other, you'd do anything for me, you never wanted to let me go....