Merci

So i have sex with my bf pretty normally but he always uses protection. i know that they are not 100% but they are pretty dependable, right? He has never said anything about any of them breaking but i don't really think he pays attention(neither do i). Well anyways for about a month or two my stomach and breast have both been getting bigger. i used to have a six pack but now it's been replaced by a small "lump" at the bottom of my stomach. This "lump" is sometimes hard and sometimes kinda soft. My best friends think i'm pregnant but my period is okay. I do get a kind of pulling feeling and slight pain in the lower part of my stomach and i've had to go pee more then normal. i seem to get tired more easily and i'm starting to have shortness of breath. So could i be pregnant or am i just getting fat?

Note: i was pregnant about a year ago and for some reason i still had my period. i miscarried at 2 1/2 months.

I'm doing a rhetorical analysis of the declaration of independence and i don't know which sentence is the thesis. I have to write a thematic statement but i can't do that if i don't know what the thesis is. plz help

i'm preparing my cases for the Fall U.I.L Lincoln Douglas Debate Resolution. i have to debate both the affirmative and negative sides. I just want to know which one do You feel should be valued more the 2 party system or democracy? and why?

I'm writing a personal essay entitled Prison Life. the title's used as a metaphor describing my first and second year of high school. My question to you is what effects does inprisonment have on the mind? this is what i have so far if you care to read it...

From the moment I walked in the door it was like doing hard time- prison time. Where the only thing that kept me sain was my own insanity, and everything that kept me safe was dangerous. My mind ticked like a clock trying to figure out who was out to get me, who I could trust, who was trying to use me, and who would help me escape. You’d never know, and if you did you’d never believe, that this was the cruelest place known to mankind, where not even the strongest person was guaranteed to make it out alive-but if they did they’d never be the same again. Their mind and their mentality will have been twisted and contorted and weather they ended up better or worse than when they entered all depended on fate alone.

This place was filled with evil, to every extent of its wall surface; it was contaminated by low lives dressed so well in disguise they could- with much ease, convince you they were The Savior himself, when in reality they were the devil’s right hand. From the outside looking in you’d think everything was fine, you’d see the smiles and assume that everyone was at least alive and well. But you know what they say about assumptions. I had to live everyday fighting, fighting myself and my enemies, fighting temptations and distractions- fighting tears and depression.

It was a Self-Love/Hate relationship that this prison felt the need to intervene with, and why I allowed it to do so is a question that still to this day goes unanswered. See, I, like you, never knew I was being imprisoned. I walked through these doors with high expectations believing at least one would be met but yet all were soon shattered. That’s why I now keep only my hopes high and my expectations low.

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I'm writing a personal essay entitled Prison Life. the title's used as a metaphor describing my first and second year of high school. this is what i have so far...

From the moment I walked in the door it was like doing hard time- prison time. Where the only thing that kept me sain was my own insanity, and everything that kept me safe was dangerous. My mind ticked like a clock trying to figure out who was out to get me, who I could trust, who was trying to use me, and who would help me escape. You’d never know, and if you did you’d never believe, that this was the cruelest place known to mankind, where not even the strongest person was guaranteed to make it out alive-but if they did they’d never be the same again. Their mind and their mentality will have been twisted and contorted and weather they ended up better or worse than when they entered all depended on fate alone.

This place was filled with evil, to every extent of its wall surface; it was contaminated by low lives dressed so well in disguise they could- with much ease, convince you they were The Savior himself, when in reality they were the devil’s right hand. From the outside looking in you’d think everything was fine, you’d see the smiles and assume that everyone was at least alive and well. But you know what they say about assumptions. I had to live everyday fighting, fighting myself and my enemies, fighting temptations and distractions- fighting tears and depression.

It was a Self-Love/Hate relationship that this prison felt the need to intervene with, and why I allowed it to do so is a question that still to this day goes unanswered. See, I, like you, never knew I was being imprisoned. I walked through these doors with high expectations believing at least one would be met but yet all were soon shattered. That’s why I now keep only my hopes high and my expectations low.

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i'm writing a paper help!

(plz dnt judge me) I'm 15 years old a sophomore in high school and at 2 1/2 months i had a miscarriage. every night i now cry myself to sleep. i feel like part of me is missing. i still find myself holding my stomach as if my child was still there when i know its not. and everything reminds me of what would've been. i'm hurting so bad. i don't know how to deal with this. i need help. i thought i knew what it felt like to be hurt but i realize that i never knew pain and pain never knew me until that day i found out my child died b4 it lived. I would have rather gone through everything i've been through in my life 4 times over (from being raped to watching as my brothers brain splattered on the ground before me and his blood stained my shoes) then to have felt what i felt at that moment when i knew my child was dead. i never knew or understud the intimacy a mother shares with her child until i was put in her shoes. My mother(not biological) is worried about me and keeps asking whats wrong. should i tell her? and if so...how?

i went to the doctor recently because i had been quite sick to my stomach recently and they told me that i was suffering acid reflex as a result of nervous exhaustion caused by a high stress level and the only way it would go away is if i found my stress factor and eliminated it. i've also dropped 15 pounds from stress and no matter what i can't gain it back! i also recently had a miscarriage. What else does stress do to you? If i don't get my stress level down, i mean can it eventually kill me?

(plz dnt judge me) I'm 15 years old a sophomore in high school and at 2 1/2 months i had a miscarriage. every night i now cry myself to sleep. i feel like part of me is missing. i still find myself holding my stomach as if my child was still there when i know its not. and everything reminds me of what would've been. i'm hurting so bad. i don't know how to deal with this. i need help. i thought i knew what it felt like to be hurt but i realize that i never knew pain and pain never knew me until that day i found out my child died b4 it lived. I would have rather gone through everything i've been through in my life 4 times over (from being raped to watching as my brothers brain splattered on the ground before me and his blood stained my shoes) then to have felt what i felt at that moment when i knew my child was dead. i never knew or understud the intimacy a mother shares with her child until i was put in her shoes. some1 plz help me- i can't deal with this kind of pain.

Wow it's hard for me to explain how for the first time in my life. Normally my words come out with ease and sound pretty intellegent without me having to think much about them, but lately i've been slightly inarticulate. It's just when i look at him i loose my ability to think.I get intrigued and infatuated beyond measure. And when he talks to me it's like my mind takes a temperary vacation to cloud 9 and my mouth involontarily speeks. It's so bizarre and i don't understand why this happens to me. I've never been like this before but i've never felt like this either. I mean i've never been this exhilarated and happy before. It's astonding. But the loose of thought kills me! It makes me feel stupid like i'm incapable of holding an intellectual conversation. AND I'M NOT! It's infuriating!! But i really haven't a clue how to fix it...and i'm going insain.

Wow it's hard for me to explain how for the first time in my life. Normally my words come out with ease and sound pretty intellegent without me having to think much about them, but lately i've been slightly inarticulate. It's just when i look at him i loose my ability to think.I get intrigued and infatuated beyond measure. And when he talks to me it's like my mind takes a temperary vacation to cloud 9 and my mouth involontarily speeks. It's so bizarre and i don't understand why this happens to me. I've never been like this before but i've never felt like this either. I mean i've never been this exhilarated and happy before. It's astonding. But the loose of thought kills me! It makes me feel stupid like i'm incapable of holding an intellectual conversation. AND I'M NOT! It's infuriating!! But i really haven't a clue how to fix it...and i'm going insain.

Hey do guys like it when we play innocent? like we're "good girls". are they attracted to that?

This is so werid to me....Okay so i meet this boy, he's been in my 4th period class for about a month now. And from the moment he walked in i'd been looking at him and i guess he caught on. But about a week ago he asked me for my number, yesterday he called me for the first time. and after we talked for a min. he was able to predict what i was going to say and what i was thinking. At school i am really prepy and i act like such a good girl. But it was like he could see right through my "Good girl" act(as he called it). No boy could ever do that to me before. becuz trust me... my act is GOOD!!!But last night when we were talking, it was like he had me all figured out, he asked me(well he kinda TOLD me) "If frustrates you that i can do this, but yet it makes you want me more..." And he's right!!!!!!It's so werid he has this cockyness about him, (that i normally hate about boys) But it makes me like him more. Why can he see through me when no one else can. I don't understand!!HELP!

Okay so i meet this boy, he's been in my 4th period class for about a month now. And from the moment he walked in i'd been looking at him and i guess he caught on. But about a week ago he asked me for my number, yesterday he called me for the first time. and after we talked for a min. he was able to predict what i was going to say and what i was thinking. At school i am really prepy and i act like such a good girl. But it was like he could see right through my "Good girl" act. No boy could ever do that before. becuz trust me... my act is GOOD!!!But last night when we were talking, it was like he had me all figured out, he asked me(well he kinda TOLD me) "If frustrates you that i can do this, but yet it makes you want me more..." And he's right!!!!!!It's so werid he has this ********* about him, (that i normally hate about boys) But why does him being able to see through me like that make me want him????? I don't understand!!HELP!

Okay so i meet this boy, he's been in my 4th period class for about a month now. And from the moment he walked in i'd been looking at him and i guess he caught on. But about a week ago he asked me for my number, yesterday he called me for the first time. and after we talked for a min. he was able to predict what i was going to say and what i was thinking. At school i am really prepy and i act like such a good girl. But it was like he could see right through my "Good girl" act. No boy could ever do that before. becuz trust me... my act is GOOD!!!But last night when we were talking, it was like he had me all figured out, he asked me(well he kinda TOLD me) "If frustrates you that i can do this, but yet it makes you want me more..." And he's right!!!!!!It's so werid he has this ********* about him, (that i normally hate about boys) But why does him being able to see through me like that make me want him????? I don't understand!!HELP!

My friends say its good that i can change my look when needed. They say i turn from good girl to bad girl everytime i change my hair what do you think?

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ok about 3 mounths ago me and my first love broke up. we're still friends and we see eachother everyday we still talk, i dont miss him, i dont want him back but i do still love him(i'm not in love with him still but i do love him) but since him i've had 4 boyfriends but i never really was happy(i went emo for a while) but now i'm back to normal. The problem is every since then i cant be happy with just one boy like now i have two boyfriends and i'm perfectly happy but last week when i just had one i wasn't happy. what is wrong with me?

ok about 3 mounths ago me and my first love broke up. we're still friends and we see eachother everyday we still talk, i dont miss him, i dont want him back but i do still love him(i'm not in love with him still but i do love him) but since him i've had 4 boyfriends but i never really was happy(i went emo for a while) but now i'm back to normal. The problem is every since then i cant be happy with just one boy like now i have two boyfriends and i'm perfectly happy but last week when i just had one i wasn't happy. what is wrong with me?

ok so i was in love with this boi, he was my everything-my 1st love, kiss,date-EVERYTHING!!! i was crazy about him and some stuff went down(i'm still a virgin though) but he did me wrong-about 4 times. but i always took him back no matter wat he did but recently he cheated on me again and this time i said "**** it" and walked away. So we stopped talking. and me and his homeboi started messing around but so did me and his identical twin brother but the brother and the homeboi knew about eachother. But my bf(who i wasn't talking to) didn't know and 3 weeks la8er when we started talking he told me he heard romers about me and his homeboi and his brother but i lied to him about it. so we started messing around again but i was still messing with his twin so my weeks went as follows:

Fri.

Twin brother

Mon.

X-BF

Tues.

Twin brother

Wed.

Twin brother

Friday

Both

Next wed.

X-BF

So was i wrong?

guys would u b mad if ur girls body was better than urs. I mean like i went swimming they other day and with some of my friends 4rm school( all boys) and half of then got mad at me bcuz i have a 6 pack harder than theirs and my legs r tone and my arms r cut deeper than theirs(and they play football) But im not built like a guy or anything and im not buff i'm just in shape. Does that make u mad?