I have this insane urge to just punch people in the face sometimes. If I could be paid for the number of times people have said, "It'll be fine" or "Things will get better" I'd be a millionaire by now. Don't you just wish people would back the hell away and wait till you know you are ready to talk? If any of you come from a large family, with enough people to start your own small country, then y'all should know what I mean. The endless chatter. The nagging and the whining and endless gossip. I swear they should start an actual career as a columnist. When you come from a large family, you know they mean well and love you, but sometimes you just need them to back off and allow you to breathe! Yes, I know I'm whining to a bunch of strangers, but the complete anonymity allows me to say exactly what I think and not be afraid of what they might possibly think. Step in the shoes of an islander for a week and tell me how you really feel afterwards

That awkward moment when you realize your life is a Taylor Swift song. When you search on Facebook for an ex-boyfriend from a thousand years ago and come to find that he looks exactly the same, has done nothing with his life and is divorced with two kids and dating a 20-year-old. And then you're reminded of the same creep he always was.

Than you snap back to reality and realize that you are a grown-ass woman with a full-time job and full-time husband and realize that without a doubt you have won.

Except not. Because you are still searching for him on Facebook after 10 years.

So who really wins?

Did the devil make software agreements and people just copy them, or has hE got something to learn from the likes of Adobe? By reading this you agree to what exactly? Can one really sign one's soul away with the simple click of a mouse. Perhaps not - at least the devil has the courtesy to use blood on all big documents, or is that a lie too?

Be careful who you submit to.

Who has two thumbs and is about to sound like an idiot? This person. I am having doubts. I made a big decision, with too much depending on it to really think it through and now, well now I regret it. As much as you can be in love with someone, how much can you give up before it is just too much? I have given up everything from friends and family to most of my earthly possessions . And it would be worth it if I felt like I was even remotely a priority but let's face it, I don't think I even make the top five. I GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU! But what I get in return is frustration, loneliness, and the complete feeling of powerlessness. I feel stuck, because I still love you too much to just leave, but at the same time I think about it every day. I wish I didn't but I do. I think about making my own way and then making you feel exactly the way you make me feel. Completely irrelevant. What I want is a happy ending. But I'm starting to realize it might not be with you.

Nobody writes on here anymore, which is unfortunate. But good, I guess. The person this is directed towards will never ever find this.

I had a dream about you last night. It's been years since we've talked. I don't even think I would enjoy seeing or talking to you again, but I found it comforting in my dream to see you again. I'm happy, I'm content, and yet I still wonder.

So yes, I am doing well, thanks for asking. It's great to see you too. Glad to know you're happy and teaching kids, which has always been your destiny -- it just took you a while to figure it out. I'm also living my dream, and I'm glad you're proud of me too.

Yes, that's my boyfriend, and yes, he treats me amazingly. No, he doesn't know that we used to talk on the phone for hours at a time, on and off for several years. No, he doesn't know you came to visit me that one time a few years ago.

You left my life right before he entered it. Good timing I guess. He's extremely tangible and lovable, and I don't know what you were. Convenient and comfortable, I guess.

So please, go back to school. Finish your degree. Find a purpose. You're unfairly smart, but you already know that. Your untapped potential is just doing the world a diservice. And please, stop finding me in my dreams. They were better without you.