I blame myself for my grandmother's death.If I hadn't gone back to sleep when she called me I could've called 911 sooner...maybe she'd have lived two weeks ago.

It scares me how easily my boyfriend can have me desperately horny. Five minutes of kissing and I'm begging for him, nearly crying.

You've been my best friend since I was nine and I want you to be my "first". When I think about you...I can't help but smile. Your voice makes me shiver.

I love you more than anything in this planet. But I'm so tired of being the other woman. Either quit complaining about her and leave her or I walk.

I hate my mother for taking my ex-husbands side. I am tired of being her disappointment. I remember you hitting me mother. Fuck you. I just want my mom.