Anonymous

Marijuana, as with all other drugs, allowed me to be the ultimate escapist, and in escaping, I became lost and ill-equipped to handle the world — and life.

I’m scared.

If we say we want to stay friends we have an ulterior motive (probably sex).

I’m sorry I couldn’t love you the way you loved me.

My job was as a “Describer”…I would watch the videos all day long, take screenshots, and then try to write the most enticing copy that I could (which often all ended up sounding the same, and used far too many exclamation points).

“Can’t we be together without being together?” was my standard line. “Why does everyone need to know about our private life?”, and “Let’s just be casual” was working as excuses for each non-relationship I ever had. I was a human yo-yo.

We don’t fit in with our married parent friends — or our single friends. We can be lonely.

It might just be a hook-up but if you want it to happen you have to turn my brain on, not my eyes.

I learned that the word HIV blinded me to see a human being in a matter of seconds.

Once you’re in the game, there are no easy exits.

Guys: Never be like this loser.

But when my daughter arrived, things changed quickly. Where my body had felt vibrant and warm, it suddenly felt empty and sagging.