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[anonymous]

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[anonymous]

I fell in love this year, and I had my heart torn out. Ripped at the seams if you will. He was the best guy too, really wonderful, and he hurt me when I least expected it. I thought we'd be together for a long time, at least until next year, but I was horribly disappointed. Sometimes I wonder whether loves worth it or not, it's such trouble and pain, but sometimes it's really wonderful and more beautiful than one can ever imagine. I want him back, more than ever now, and I've gotten so desperate to get him back that I've started to act unlike myself, and I can't stop. Maybe if I act different he'll like me again is what goes through my head, but my common sense tells me that's not true. Common sense goes out the window in situations like these though, where desperation causes desperate measures. I want to stop acting like someone else around him, and act like myself....and I would, if someone would teach me how. The funny thing is that I act perfectly fine when we're outside of school together, but in school is a different story.

[anonymous]

Stephanie I hate you.

You're turning all my friends against me.

You keep telling everyone that I am so mean to you, yet you're the one who caused that fucking situation.

I really hate you. Pathetic bitch. And your voice is annoying.

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You probably know who this is, but others might not.

[anonymous]

I was so depressed last year that I would cut myself everynight before I went to bed. I couldn't sleep until I let it all out and bled. I thought the depression was over and I was going to be fine, but it's coming back. I keep falling farther and farther down into a huge grave. I've recently lost a friend because of suicide, and I know I swore I would never do that, but each day that goes by I think more about it. I love my family and wouldn't want to hurt them, but sometimes I hurt inside so bad that I just want it ALL to be over. I don't want to have to listen to any more noise, no more complaining, no more crying, just silence.

I haven't cut in a few months, but I still have all my razors, and I think about it so often. I'm graduating high school next year, and I'm afraid that when I move out and I'm on my own that I will get bad. There won't be anyone I will have to worry about seeing my scars, and I will be able to just cut and cut until I'm drained of all the blood in my body. I'm so scared!

[anonymous]

College makes me lonely. I transfer my affections from one boy to another, just because they show some semblance of attraction to me, and because I'm so desperate for all companionship (esp. all relationships I've lost this year).

I'm afraid I'm too cynical of love now, and I don't trust people to like me for who I am. I feel this need to be loud and funny and sometimes really obnoxious, because I can't survive without attention.
I die when I feel like I'm being ignored.

I don't think I was meant for college.
I just want to get married and have babies.

I currently like a guy (I think), that is a complete nerd, and I'm ashamed of the fact that it holds me back from completely opening up to him. He has really attractive roommates, and I'm afraid that I'm not thin enough for him.

I think I might be developing an eating disorder.