HELL YEAH TEEN SECRETS

I am like my ex-girlfriend’s best friend but I also like a guy I met last week. I also like a guy from my school :o Damn love is complicated!

I don’t understand why my boyfriend and I broke up. To me it really just doesn’t make sense. I’m pretty sure we were influenced by everyone else, no one really loved the thought of us together. But I don’t think that should matter, if we both felt it was right. And I saw him struggling to get his words out. Something tells me he did not want to do it. I’m not just saying this to make myself feel better, I’ve known him long enough to read his face, neither of us wanted this. Why do we have to let peoples judgements run our lives?

He basically betrayed me and my family, but I’m still in love with him. If possible I love him more, he’s charming as hell and I don’t care what he did. But, I’m so afraid he’ll do it again and he’s a great guy and knows what he did was wrong, my family doesn’t see it that way. We’re still dating, I can’t let go it’s the best relationship I’ve been in, but we’re dating in secret. I hate this and feel so stupid for still trusting him but I don’t know what else to do, I still love him and need him

I’m sitting here, while it’s almost midnight just wanting to spill it out. And at this point I don’t care who reads it because it’s anonymous. But I recently have developed feelings for this guy and he was a lead in our musical this year while I was a chorus member… he’s a junior, and I’m a freshman so I know there’s no chance. One girl told me she liked him too, but then said that she was also a junior, and had liked him since 7th grade.. and that he wouldn’t like her anyways, because he’s more attracted to seniors… we’ve talked before, but he’s nice to everyone. I wouldn’t dare try to flirt, because I knew there was no point. I have plenty confidence in myself, but just not the situation. Slightly shy freshman girl ends up dating extremely outgoing junior guy? No. He’s friends with everyone. He has a lot of friends that are girls much closer to him than I am. He doesn’t know my name… I just.. ugh.

I’m sick of masturbating til it hurts over you. All I want is for you to hold me like you hold Micah. Look at me like you look at Micah. But you never will. It feels wrong to want my brother’s man. But no matter how much I want to let you go, you were the first man to ever care for me, first to ever show me affection, even if you didn’t mean anything by it. And I simply can’t. I’ll always hope there’s room in your heart for me. Always. Happy 10 anniversary. —I’m 16, gay, & a homewrecker..?

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I am spiraling out of control, and all I want is for someone to care. Before it’s too late.

Nobody knows that I’m transsexual. My chest bind, (Which is just a shoddy corset), makes me feel safe at night, like I’m actually me for once.

I have Palmar Hyperhidrosis, it’s a condition of excessive sweating in the palms of the hand. I’m 16 years old (female) and I’ve been suffering with this health issue ever since I can remember. It so embarrassing at school, whenever I have to write something on a paper, the paper will literally be covered with some sweat spots. I try to hide it until it dries… it just highly interferes with my academics, I know I’d get better grades if I didn’t have this problem.

Am I just unhappy..?

Everyone always ask me if I’m depressed because of how I dress and I immediately say no-why would I be?

I have a great life; I have a perfect job, a loving family, and caring friends. I get good grades and people telle how sweet and beautiful I am.

But yet whenever I ask myself that question I always get the feeling that I’m lying to myself. There’s always a sadness lying underneath the surface, a little twinge of pain.

How can I always carry this sadness, when I font even know where itcame from? Am I just an unhappy person? Is this what clinical depression feels like?

I’m scared..

Lately I’ve been feeling really depressed. I feel like my entire life is a play, and I am acting the role of myself. The happy,bubbly person that people think I am isn’t the real me - inside I am a seething mass of hatred and darkness. Sometimes I have lapses in my carefully placed facade - I slip up. I snap at people or start crying for no reason. I’m sick of lying to everyone about how I feel. I’m not fine. - A