I don't think I'll ever be able to talk to my first love about the way I still feel about him. I'm too scared of getting crushed yet again by him, and I know he'll never change.

But sometimes I really wish I could.

I want to talk to my mother about how she acts more like a teenager than I do. (Going out and spending the night drinking with her work 'friends' who are ten years younger than her, lying about smoking..) But, it would just create more problems to bring it up.

part of me wishes i could tell my most recent ex about his friend and i... but i know he'd be pissed beyond belief, and i don't wanna hurt him...

i wish i could open up to my mom about the fact that i'm having sex with my boyfriend of a year, and would like to be on the pill. unfortunately, i'm just out of high school and still living at home, and i know how opposed she is to pre-marital sex.

I wish I could talk to someone about the sexual abuse my father put me through.

I want to tell my parents that my boyfriend and I are back together.. but it'd be nothing but big drama.

I wish I could talk to someone about my social anxiety. It's getting worse and every time I try to talk to someone about it (including those who claim they've dealt with it before), they just tell me to toughen up and get over it.

The fact that ive indentified as gay for the past six years (im female), and im out to everyone. But i met this boy recently and part of me is falling for him, the first time ive ever fallen for a boy.
How do i all of a sudden tell everyone that i guess im not gay afterall? but infact like both genders.

I wish I could talk to my mom about finding love. When I'm talking to a friend about a guy I like and she just so happens to overhear she tells me that she doesn't want me to date, ever. I wish I could talk to her about how much that hurts, how much it hurts to see other people happy and in love and know that even if I got the chance to experience it she wouldn't allow it, she wouldn't think twice about it, and that hurts just as much as knowing there might never be anyone to break that rule with me, to actually love me.

I wish I could tell her how I feel - how much I love her, how I would do anything for her and how it's KILLING ME that things are constantly in flux between us. I just want to know how she feels.

But it's always been unspoken.
I don't have the courage to change that.

I wish I could talk to someone about how hard it is to watch my mother fighting/dying from cancer, but it's too scary and private to share. I've resigned myself to hysterical bouts every couple of weeks, but I think I would really like to have someone to talk it out with. It's going to make it worse in the long run when I'm just a corked bottle of emotions, but isn't that kind of selfish?

I wish I could talk to someone about everything that I am going through right now. Nobody seems to understand how much pain I am feeling and I just wish someone could just understand.

I feel like shit most of the time and I do not know what to do anymore. I hate this feeling so much.

I don't have a best friend anymore. I don't have anyone to talk to about those things that only a bestfriend would hear about. And its slowly depressing me. I'm still the cool mellow people I always am, but who do I have to tell about my day, about my secrets, about each and every single detail of happenings.

I wish I could tell someone how lonely I am without it turning into them feeling sorry for me. I wish I could tell her to suck it up, let go of the past and her exes, and just be with me.

i want to ask my sister if she's gay, but she wouldn't admit it anyway.

i wish i could talk in depth about how much i still miss my exgirlfriend and how i still hope we'll be together again one more time before we both die

It is a boy. It is always a boy (or a girl) that we wish we could talk to. And I wish I could just say more than "I find you to be rather spectacular." But I can't because I'm too proud, too tired of rejection, and too self-propelled at the moment. It is so rather ridiculous to waste so much time being scared. Yet I can't get myself to stop. I wish I could say: I think I could love you.

I wish I could talk to my friend about how much I really care for him.
He's gay, so there isn't anything sexual or romantic between us, but I love him like he is close family, and every moment I get to be near him fills me with joy. It scares me how quickly he grew on my heart.

I can't tell him these things because I'm embarrassed, and it would probably weird him out so much he'd never speak to me again.
My little panic-alarms are already blaring in my head, because I'm also scared I've already let on too much and that he will pull away from me.

GAHHH, I'm such a mess.

i want to tell him i still miss him, even though i hurt him twice.

I wish I could tell my best friend that I feel like she is making the same mistakes in her first relationship that I have in past relationships, potentially devastating mistakes. But I know when I was in those situations, I "knew" I was right just as she "knows" she's right and I wouldn't listen to anyone if they tried to tell me otherwise. I don't want to end up hurting our already failing friendship (that I think is falling apart due to her first love).

I need to get this off of my shoulders desperately. I cannot speak to any of my friends about my problems. Not because they aren't wonderful friends, but because they ARE. They're too close to me to be able to step back and just listen. They immediately respond with their own emotions.

I don't know if anyone will even read this or reply. I really don't expect much. All I know is that I need to talk about it and can't live like this anymore. I don't really want advice on how to get better because I know in the end, everything is ultimately my decision.

So here it goes...

One year and 4 months ago, my fiance took his life. We had been together for about two years. The night before we even went to the movies together. Like every normal couple, we had our fights. But usually, we never let them go on for longer than a few hours. We just liked to resolve things. We usually, got along wonderfully, though. He became my best friend. My true friend. I could tell him anything. And as cheesy as it may sound, we could finish each others sentences. We knew exactly just how to make each other smile.

90% of our fights were over his parents. Anytime they came into the picture, it created a problem. You see, they hated me and I never quite knew why. I tried my hardest to be me around them. I would sometimes have hour long talks with his mom about her childhood and mine as well. Girl talk... you know. My fiance saw it as a wonderful thing, but I could always see in her eyes that she despised me. I tried telling him, he refused to believe it.

The day before my fiance died, I was alone with his dad. He told me harshly, how he didn't think my marriage would be a good one and how my family wasn't as important as his. I didn't argue with him. I just sat there silently in tears. Finally I left and apologized that he felt that way.

When my fiance came looking for me, I told him what had happened. He didn't believe it at first, but agreed to speak with his dad the next morning. In the meantime, we decided to have some fun and go to the movies.

The next morning I went into work. My fiance texted my cell phone saying he was sorry for what his dad had said to me and was going to get his dad to apologize to me. (I guess his dad admitted to what he had said)........But then, an hour later my fiance texted me back and said, "I am so sorry honey. I love you. And goodbye"

I wish I could talk to my friend to understand how he sees me, to figure out if I'm actually a friend to him or just someone he hangs out with when it's convenient.

A few months ago, I told him I was depressed and suicidal. All I really wanted was to hear him say he would miss me if something happend, or at least something to know I'm important in his life. He never said anything like that. Now I wonder how much he actually cares about me.

I wish I could talk to someone about my confused and uncontrollable feelings for someone inappropriate, on whose radar I barely register, yet whose presence (or lack of) or words or recognition or any kind of attention at all whatsoever sends me either into paroxysms of happiness, or into the deepest pits of depression.

It's so fucking stupid and irrational, it's controlling my life and I can't understand why. This sort of thing is fine for a 12 year old. Not for someone in their late twenties.

I can't tell anyone because of my life situation. I already know that the feeling is in no way reciprocated, though there was a time in the past where it might have been in a minor way.

I thought I'd get over it in time. I'm not, it's just getting worse. So much of what I do is driven by it.

I don't think I can talk to anyone about anything at the moment. I am in the worst of moods.

I want to tell my ex that I've been seeing someone else, but that I don't want to. I just can't be alone, and I can't be with him. I want to tell the guy I'm seeing that I can't stand him sometimes, I just need someone there. I want to tell my roommate that she's being a whore, but so am I. I want to tell myself to stop.