My best friend means more to me than my family members. It would bother me more for him to die than them. Sometimes I'm ashamed of that.

I think about faking my death, moving away to another place, and never contacting anyone from my old life again. I want to start over.

When I see bugs I'm the king, judge, jury and executioner. Sometimes I'm benevolent but mostly, I rule with an iron fist and they are killed for their crimes.

Me (a cute black chick) and my boyfriend (a hot white guy) moved to the south. The people here are unbelievable. It feels like we've moved back through time

I'm not a vet yet, so when the lady aske me to look at her cat. I told her I would take a look to see if I could do anything. I did,there was, and I did.