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[fleawort]

What crazy things have you done for love? I want to know. Please post your stories so that we can all feel better about ourselves. I’ll start us out, but please consider the fact that I was young and dumb when these things occurred. I’ve matured much throughout the years (well, not really, but I did find a better boyfriend

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[anonymous]

Ok, I got one!!

Best Friend Steals Boyfriend!!
My best friend at the time (junior high) was on crutches for some odd reason and I happened to see her. So I ran over to get her things. So my boyfriend at the time (acutally he was already dating my best friend) and i decided to race to her. As we were racing, he pushed me over and I fell and busted up my knee so bad that 2 people had to carry me to the nurse's office. Then I foind out that he was dating her, so I made history class with him very bad by all the snide remarks about him in class. Then my history teacher (male of course) told me I should beat the living snot out of him b/c he deserved it and that I could do it in hir room too!!

[stephenmv]

I read your journal, and I post responses. No one ever does that for me, I do not even know if anybody reads mine.

ooooh man

[partlyjaded]

One afternoon last February, following a dance concert, which I didn't even know Matt had been in attendance of, I walked back into the auditorium after gathering my things from backstage, and I saw Matt and Erin hugging. SNAP. I marched over to them and screamed something incoherent like "YOU ARE THE TWO BIGGEST FUCKING IDIOTS I HAVE EVER MET!" There were other people in the auditorium. We were standing on the stage. I stormed out of there without looking back, and then a few minutes later, I saw Matt come out of the building. I went after him, demanding to know why he was doing this to me, why he couldn't find his own damn friends, why he was ruining my life. I don't remember the whole "conversation" but it ended in me standing there in absolute hysterics, sobbing, screaming, and POUNDING HIM WITH MY FISTS with all of my might, while he was cool as a cucumber, and then him walking off and me screaming after him louder than you would think I could scream, "FUCK YOU!" Again, this was in public.