I don't know why we moved, I hate it here, I just want to go home, and back like it was. now we cant afford too.

I broke into a house when I was 18 and killed the dog to impress my friends. I still weep for him and cant forget.

We are about to adopt a baby but I can't handle our nonexistent sex life.

I'm still in love with my first born's father and i hate the fact that he has a kid with someone else. sometimes i wish that the state could take that kid away. i know it's wrong but i feel jealous.