It’s been a solid thirty minutes since you set up shop at the library and somehow you can’t quite get past the first line of chapter one.
Your eyes have been wandering over to gaze at that hot babe in your American Lit class (Damn, she’s got nice pair of…arms), you’ve gotten up to use the bathroom about ten times and you’ve… Click to read more

Everybody thinks they totally understand slutty people. When we hear about a guy or a girl who has a knack for falling into other people’s beds, we all immediately become psychologists.
They don’t like themselves. They’re looking for acceptance, a father figure, someone to mother them. They’re afraid of love, of commitment, of being appreciated… Click to read more