the first time i kissed someone, i was at a kid’s birthday celebration. we were in his house, in his basement. the girl i was best friends with was there, and i got dared to kiss her. i remember staring at the floor and asking her if she wanted me to, hoping she’d say no. but she said yes. so we stood up, and god, i was so nervous. i didn’t know where to look, didn’t know where to put my hands, so i placed them on her forearms, leaned in, kissed her quickly, and immediately sat back down. and all the kids went “ooooh!” but, in all honesty, when i sat back down, i felt a little confused. and a little disappointed. because when i kissed her, i didn’t really feel anything. nothing at all. it was... boring. and i remember wondering why people enjoy kissing so much and why they make a huge deal about it. but then four years later, i met this guy and he was absolutely breathtaking. even when we were just friends, i knew that i was in love with him i think i always knew. the first time he kissed me on the lips, we were in his room, on his bed. there was a thunderstorm outside and we were alone. i was nervous then, too. but it was different. he put his hand on the back of my neck, pulled me in, and when he kissed me, it was like everything else melted away it was like i was on a rollercoaster. it was like my heart was doing backflips. it was like every part of me was shouting, 'finally, finally, finally!' it was like everything i ever dreamed it would be and more. and i had this moment of understanding, and i kept thinking, 'now i see why people like doing this! now i see, now i see!' and for three days, it was the first thing i thought about when i woke up and the last thing i thought about before i fell asleep and it blows my mind how you can do the same thing with two different people and it will feel like nothing or everything depending on if you love them or not. so maybe he wasn’t my first kiss, but he was the first one that mattered.

sometimes i throw up after i eat a lot of food. i just want to be beautiful and loved.

Know the feeling of wanting someone to love you, but at the same time really enjoying being alone? Not anyone specific, just want someone to love me. Its just so easy being alone though

Roses are red, my heart all sort of red because of you.

So, I live in a care home and one of my care workers, (Who I have a thing for.) Was spying on me in the shower. I didn't think anything of it. However, the other day we were watching a movie in my bedroom and she said, "I saw you showering the other day. You were massaging that huge snake of yours. Perhaps you could come to mine and shower with me?" I didn't say nothing, but I'm suppose to go around on Friday. I really don't know what to do as I'm a virgin.

I crush on this guy. He has a beautiful girlfriend and he is my bestfriends crush too. I lied to my bff that I like someone else and shipping her with my taken crush.

He's not mine to begin with.

I love my cat. Really, I do. He's so sweet and he's such a great cat. And I am so blessed to have him right now because he vanished for several months, and I only got him back because he still had his collar by the grace of God and some lady called me. My confession, though, is that I'm considering rehoming him. Despite his great qualities, this cat is trouble. He's very mischievous and clever, and he's constantly getting into the dog's food. And now he's started getting into our food. I try to keep him contained downstairs because my family is allergic to him, but he keeps finding ways to escape upstairs and go on a feeding frenzy. It's pissing me off that I can't outsmart this cat. He keeps barging his way through the ghetto door setup with brute force, or leaping a good 10 feet over the top of it. I'm at my wits' end. I don't want to keep him crated all the time- I can't, even if I wanted to, because I can't afford to keep spending this much on laundry detergent and cleaning supplies to take care of his messes in the crate- but he can't keep getting upstairs. I love him and I'm so glad he's home, but he wasn't like this before. He used to be so well behaved. It's like he's a totally different cat :( And now I don't know if I can handle him. My various mental disorders make me unable to handle stress well, and this is stressing me out beyond belief. I just wonder if someone else out there is better suited to care for him than I am.

when i was 16, me and my cousin started hooking up. she used to come over to my house everyday . it started with us playing "wrestling" ..one thing lead to another .. the crazy part was that' i was a virgin, i lost my virginity to my cousin .we hooked up a few times, there was one moment we had around Christmas. she came over and got very drunk 😏 she couldnt hold back. she didnt care anymore and came into my room that night. we were so loud, im surprised we didnt get caught.. to be continued 😉

I grew up in the US and I hated it there. It's so hard to make friends.. for introverts... I'm always lonely and depressed and life is very demanding. When I moved in the Philippines, it was easy to connect with people "in person". Yeah the country can be unsafe, and can be damn humid but I love the people here. The people that I met somehow cured my depression. Yeah bad health care as well but I love it here! I love the food, the culture, events, and I can live by the limitations of that from the first world country. I dont really care what my parents think, I live my Filipino heritage and their social connection. Something considered awkward when I was in the US.