Obsessions

I have a boyfriend, he's wonderful and amazing, and a great kisser, but I find myself spending more time with his roommate than him at church gatherings. I find myself laughing and trying so hard to get him to laugh and smile. My day brightens when I'm with my boyfriend, but I feel like my day is made when I make his roommate smile.
I find myself being concerned about his diet and if he's okay and his general well being. I find myself wanting to hug him and telling him I love him, but I don't love him. I just want to mother him.
They are both older than me, but atleast 5 years, but I have the urge to mother my boyfriend's roommate.
Is it weird or am I just being very motherly because I want children and am scared I will never be able to?

I have finally come to terms with the fact that I am in love, scratch that, obsessed with Mcfly. Those boys are so good looking. I'm so obsessed, I've started to get depressed and recently thoughts of suicide have been popping into my head. I try to stay positive but its hard.

We forget, as much as we have the faculty to remember. Words, and frighteningly sounds, have all disappeared now. I'm left with snatches of images - the bending road, her golden skin, our burning house.

The pictures he posted in there.

All your fiction... is amusing. But it seems as though you're just trampling at our collective memories like it is your personal spittoon. Fuck you.

I'm hungry but I'm too lazy assed to move to the kitchen.
That, and I bleed a bit more each time I move. Fuck you it's all your fault I'm afraidd to call for help. Fuck off and dieeeeee

Aperently there is a name for the kind of person I am, Anglophile. Gross, huh? It makes me sound like a peedo but at least I know that I am definitly not alone. I can't belp but be obsessed with England. The bad thing is that I don't live in England. I'm stuck in America for a few more years. Poo!

i obsses over my best friend when actaully i know deep down she is a bitch.

I can't get my mind off that feeling... the high was the best thing I've ever felt in my life. All I can think of is the next time I can drop again... it doesn't seem right. Am I addicted?

you are selfish and i don't think you know how deep you hurt me. i need to forget you but don't know how.

Nobody knew I started cutting. I did it, just for the experience, just to scare myself. All it did was scare me. I knew it wasn't helping, so I stopped. When I told someone finally, it was my best friend, and she didn't care. But then, the guy who loved me brought me out of my sadness. Now, I cut again. This time, it isn't for the experience. This time, it's real. And I'm addicted to it. I'm addicted to pain inflicted on myself by myself.

I can't get over him no matter what i do. i moved 1000 miles away and still couldn't stop loving him. I slept with several other men to forget and it only makes it worse. i drink to try to stop the pain but it only makes it worse. the worst part is i don't want to stop the pain because then that means i lost him forever