When I was young my dad would sit me in a chair and yell! After awhile I would feel numb from the neck down.

I hate photos of myself. I am addicted to food and it scares me. I want to choose feeling good over food. I'm afraid I'll end up like this!

I am putting out feelers for a job to move 1,793 miles away because i can't seem to get over my boyfriend.Nobody knows how much it hurts.It's leaving or suicide

I've lost my soul shine....and I fear it is lost for good this time.

Every time Barack Obama speaks, I cant help but stare at his lips and wonder what is wrong with them. Am I the only person who thinks they look purple?