December 2011
For Christmas I got men’s hiking boots, gay porn and a men’s fitness magazine. My sister got a PS3 and $500 dollars in clothes.
I was then locked out of the house while the rest of the family went to the steakhouse.
I was not allowed to go because “no one loves me.”
Its because I’m a dyke.
I haven’t eaten in three days.
You get angry with me because I’m anorexic. I don’t know what you want from me.
I wish I could have a higher self-esteem just as much as you do.
Dad. Please stop calling out different churches for allowing gay pastors to serve openly.
You may think I believe everything you do, but I don’t.
And now you’re alienating me by saying it.
How am I supposed to make you realize that I am bisexual without you turning it into a joke or a matter of “choice?”
Your son.
Today I messaged you on Facebook, telling you that I began cutting again. I apologized and asked you to understand and help me…
Because you always said you would help me when I needed it.
I needed you and you said, “I don’t even want to talk to you again because things like this break my heart.”
What happened to always being there for me?
My best friend is a total geek. He’s playing in a band concert right now, and after that he’ll probably do extra credit for biology and play modern warfare.
My secret?
I wish I was at that concert, I wanted so bad to help him study, and if he asked I’d pick up acontroller in a second.
Weixin, I wish I had the courage to tell you that I love you.
I’m sixteen and I’m freakishly tall and awkwardly skinny. My arms and legs look like they are too long for my body.
I get called ugly a lot and don’t have many friends.
What they don’t know is I’m a model and have been in numerous fashion shows.
I will be walking in fashion week 2012.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I am always “that guy.” The one that has fallen for a women and never gets a chance.
Instead, all these girls run to guys who just want sex and don’t give a fuck about them.
I care, I would care.
Why do I never get a chance?
I’m secretly in love with my best friend, and he has no idea. Every day I think to myself, should I smile because we’re friends, or should I cry because that’s all we’ll ever be?
He thinks of me as a sister and confides in me about the girl he likes, who has a boyfriend.
I’m right here, waiting.
When will that be good enough?
Do you really want to know why my showers are so long, mom? I lock myself in with the fan on and music blasting because it’s the only place I can have privacy.
I cry, I throw up, I scrub myself raw, burn or freeze myself with the water, and by the time I’m done you can’t even tell.
Then you yell, and it makes me want to go back and do it again.
Warning. .
My babysitter thinks I work odd hours and pay her in small bills because I tend bar in the city. Actually, I’m stripping for that money.
Friday at lunch, a boy got up and left his table crying. They were bullying him.
I know how he feels, and I tried to be funny to make him feel better.
At the end of lunch, he was smiling and laughing with us.
I don’t understand why he was the one complimenting me.
I don’t understand how he saw right through me.
It’s like he knew I was acting.
My friend lied about having cancer. I’m the only one willing to hear her out.
I don’t know if that makes me a better person or just more gullible.
I’m leaning more of the side of gullible.
What the hell is wrong with you?
There’s this girl that I can talk to about almost anything with. But I can’t tell her one thing.
It’s that whenever I start to think of a girl in a dirty way and start doing those things with them, I always act stupidly and screw up the friendship.
I’ve known 3 girls like this in the past year.
I don’t want it to happen again.
I feel beautiful when I dance. No one cares how my face looks or what bad things I have done.
They only pay attention to how I move my arms, point my toes, my pirouettes.
People can only see the good things while I dance.
I really like that.
I want to wait until I’m married to have sex. But I’m afraid no guy will be patient enough to wait for me, & I’ll end up alone.
What would be worse- giving in to sex, or staying a virgin until I’m well into adulthood?
I was with you for over a year of my life. I was there for you whenever you needed me.
I stopped you from killing yourself multiple times.
I bought you food when there was none in your house.
I drove you 30 minutes at midnight to see your dying aunt.
But you left me for some guy you met in the mental hospital…
lovegivesmehope:
You were 20, a 3rd year and you could get any girl he wanted.
I was 18, a 1st year and the girl no one looked at twice.
When you walked by me you stopped and starred.
You’re my 1st boyfriend, the 1st guy to say I’m gorgeous, the 1st guy to kiss me, the 1st guy to say I love you.
You’re 37, I’m 35.
We’re married, we have 3 kids.
Your love still GMH.
I dumped my boyfriend of over a year for you. You made me feel special and wanted.
Then we slept together.
And I haven’t heard a word from you since.
I guess I won’t be so naive next time.
My brother told me I was fat and that I should ‘hold off on eating.’ I know, I know, “Oh he’s your brother, he should act like that.”
My secret is, sibling or not it still hurts.
I spent the rest of the afternoon walking down the road, crying.
My feet felt frozen but I didn’t care, I would walk till they bled if I had to.
My friend told me she’s bi a long time ago. I was okay with it right away.
But now I’m nervous around her, because I’m afraid I might have a crush on her.
Problem is I consider her like a sister, especially after having known her for over 10 years.
I’m not sure if I love my boyfriend anymore. He always talks about how we’re gonna be together forever and has plans for us,
But to be honest,
I can’t see us together forever.
My girlfriend’s family abuse her because she fell in love with me, a girl. She’s terrified of absolutely everything.
I just want her to know how much I love her, so that one day she might not feel bad for ‘dragging me down with her.’
I’d give up everything for her, in a heartbeat.
She means the world.
I’m hopelessly in love, and I am not ashamed.
Today I found a bottle washed up on the beach. Inside it said, “Whoever you are, wherever you are, you are loved.”
Those simple words saved my life.
I was going to drown myself that day.
Thank you.
