…I long for a honest person in my life …and that I cry alone in my room whenever I’m treated like a piece of meat.

Sometimes I wish I could have been satisfied with being a nurse. Med School has been so hard on my family.

I’m slowly beginning to hate all of my friends and love only people I don’t know well.

I’m not afraid of marriage, I just don’t want to go through the big hurrah.

I give blowjobs for nickels.

I cry by myself a lot because I’m not pregnant yet. 6 years is a long time to wait.

It’s too hard for me to let him in most of the time, even though I’m going to be marrying him.

It’s hard to find people who can understand what I’m doing and why it’s important.

I have a third testicle.

I watch them when they don’t know I am there.

I’ve been hurt too much to let them get anywhere as close as my past “friends.”

She asked him to marry for the baby… as if that crap worked before…and is telling him to dump me or not see his kid. Such BS.