Nobody likes me. I am not warm and fuzzy. So I am a loner by default. Hardwired to solve problems, not socialize and schmooze. Wish I had friends.

I secretly hate touching any doorknobs at my boyfriend's parents house. His parents hardly wash their hands and the front doorknob makes my hands smell GROSS!

They think I can just "snap out of it" and don't understand. Not that I want to die, just can't take this pain anymore. I want the old me back- the happy 1.

I hate him with a passion. He uses my secrets to hurt me. Every time he pisses me off I delete one channel from the cable box.He has no idea.

When the cop shot you dead, I was in denial. When realization came that you were killed because you're an a** ****, I started to heal. But I'm still sad..