Last fall, I had a couple of entries in the Sex and Puberty forum area related to my encounter with a couple of girls on my way home from school. It started out with me helping them with their math problems at one of the girl's homes, but also soon led to me getting a handjob or a blowjob twice a week from one or other, a visiting foreign exchange student. It was a pleasant time for me, but it finally ended about a month ago. I felt that there was no need to mention anything here, but I've had a...

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For my first actual blog: Books to Read (before you die)

I have a stack of books taller than me that I really want to read (and those are just the books that I own). I’ve been searching the web for a list of books that I should read before I die, and found quite a few different lists. (In fact, there is actually a book called 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die). Some lists are just American classics; others list books that go as far back as Homer’s The Iliad, and The...

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I believe that this will be my first "visible" blog posting. YAY!

I've been wanting to start a blog for a while, but I could never seem to figure out what I want to write about. So I guess I'll just write about what ever comes to my mind (kind of like a non-personal journal).

Maybe I've been puting it off because I don't think that anyone will read these, but I don't really care anymore, I just want to write.

If you...

I had a therapy appointment today. Thank fucking god. I feel a lot better now but realized after I left what I needed to talk to her about. That's annoying. And she always asks me if I've cut again and I have to LIE to her and say no because she's a mandatory reporter and would tell my mom. The real answer is yes, yes I have cut. I wish I didn't have to lie but I really don't want my parents taking away my phone, yelling at me, and grounding me. I really wish I could admit to it and don't really...

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I'm sorry about how worried I am about myself, how often I have thought about ODing or jumping. God, I get nervous with how deep I want to go when I cut, and how deep I WOULD go if my parents wouldn't catch me.
What sucks is I'm scared of how much of this I'll actually go through when I'm 18 but it scares me just to have those thoughts. Hopefully my therapy will take care of this before I hit 18.

And now on to the sappy shit. Only one person will actually know what I'm talking...

Well, I looked online again and there still aren't any jobs in my little country town, but there are a lot of openings in the city about 35-40 minutes away. Mom was trying to make me get a job here, but I think she's finally realized that there are none. There are 16 openings at the Micheal's in town, so I'm going to give it a shot when we make our next trip to the city! I really hope I can get a job there. I hope I can get a job anywhere, actually.

Jon called me yesterday, he was...

Easy to fall, easy to break

Rough couple of weeks. I've felt so on edge. My mum went through my room on Saturday. Found blades and took them, found a knife with blood I didn't know about, read my diary. Got herself worked up over nothing. It's still been 6 months, and the diary entries were from last year.
Some asshole's decided to start sending me rude messages anonymously. I don't know why it's bothering me so much. What did I do wrong? Why send me something that's just...

I just can't. I can't get all my work done. I can't eat normally. I can't have normal relationships. I'm sick of living like this. I'm sick of feeling like this. I just want to die.

Just let me go, please.