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I hate my life, I hate the people I know, I hate my job. I move for an advancement in my career. I've succeeded in becoming a network admin, but my life is empty. I'm an introvert, I can not connect with normal people. I want to give up.
I am a 13 year old girl, Caucasian, 5'3 and I self harm. I have been feeling the urge to self harm lately, I've been clean of self harm for two months now but since Friday when these girls began to point out all of my flaws and laugh at me... I broke.
My family doesn't know about it and I still have my drawer of things I would use at my house: Razors, Needles, Pencil sharpeners and even fabric cutters.
If you're only on this website to make fun of people, just know that I could be someone you know. Be careful what you say to people
I've been in love with one of my friends for maybe like...3 years? I'm not sure. I only just realized it a few months ago. I guess it's kind of stupid since I've never met her irl but she's shown me pictures of her. I'm demi so personality attracts me way way more than looks so I'm not sure how long this has been going on without me noticing my feelings. I have anxiety and I'm really paranoid so I could never confess. But even if I were brave enough, a year ago she met a girl we'll call Bella. She talks about Bella all the time, and they aren't really official, but my friend's feelings are mutual. Me and my friend used to talk a lot but we stopped for a while. When we began talking again she came to me to vent very often. I think this is when I started to slowly realize my feelings. I guess I felt like I was an important part in her life; And for a little while, I think I was. But then we started to drift away again. She stopped mentioning me in her feeds and over time she stopped coming to me to vent. She talked more about Bella and made other friends. I am no longer the person she goes to when feeling sad or when she wants to talk to someone. I feel like I'm only important to her when she feels alone or is in a critical state. I'm not sure if I was ever anything to her, and it's all I think about at night. I feel sick and my head hurts. I'll be honest, I am afraid that I will never love myself enough to love someone else. I am the friend people usually come to when they need to vent something out, and I often just say "I'm fine, I don't need to vent. Thank you for asking though." if they ask if I need to vent anything out. That's not true. I need to vent this out, I want to vent this out. Because these feelings can't be healthy. The way I feel actually sick when I think about love can not be healthy. I tell everyone I haven't ever really crushed on anyone. But I'm lying, and I think everyone is starting to see through it. My facade is slowly fading away and I am terrified for what will happen when I can't do it anymore; When I mess up and something accidentally comes out. I try to see the best in life, I am trying so hard to keep going with this act but I don't know how much longer I can go on for. She talks with words like "dearie", "love" and always added an "I love you" or a "
I've been with my boyfriend for four years...and I've been cheating on him for the last month or so...I feel so ashamed.
I’ve had many people say they wished they looked like me. Well I paid a huge price to look like this. I guess i should have been a model or actor like people said. At least I’d have money.
Is God good? I think He is. But people blame Him when they’re hurting you.
I was rejected from church and by Christians at work for being different. I’m autistic.
Then my autistic son was mistreated at churches and one church school. In between was one good church school. He shut down from the treatment among other things.
I married a Christian woman. Her mom used faith to convince her to divorce me. Now my wife is miserable.
I have faith. But I don’t like churches. I don’t like people who misuse the Bible to destroy others. They hate gays, the disabled, blacks in the past, on & on.
If God is good I’m sure I goto Heaven. If others version of God is correct; a lot of nice people won’t be there; a lot of nasty people will, and you may not want to go.
You ever think on that? If the mean people are correct, Heaven will only hold a few mean racist hateful homophobic people. If they’re right then where do good people go?
I am a 40 yrs old married man, my recently turned 18 female cousing has been leaving with us for a few months now, and i ve been having sex with her daily, i do love my wife but the sex with my cousing is out of this world, mostly quickies when my wife is in the shower, but man it is great!!!!
#lust #sex #wife #confession
I like to be alone. Or don't I? Do I actually despise it? Do I crave more human interaction and just deny myself of that fact? I think of myself as quite the lone wolf. And I thought I'm fine with that.. Realisation hits now.. It's hitting me hard. Slapping the fact in my face that I've never been able to keep the people in my life that I wanted to keep in it. I hide the fact that I'm quite toxic, or can be quite toxic, behind telling myself and others that I'm an ideal lone wolf.. And that I'm okay with it. But am I? I don't know that for a fact. I guess I'm not. I like to think of myself as an introverted empath. Maybe I'm an extroverted, choleric aashole in reality..
When I was about 15 I started fooling around with my boyfriend's kid brother. My boyfriend went to visit relatives for the summer and the kid brother and I started hanging around a lot. Then somehow it became sexual. He was cute, he looked like Kili in The Hobbit films-long black hair and really athletic- He was 13/14 and he started doing it everywhere we could. His house- when his mom was out, down by the railroad tracks- he went down on me for like a hour. We went swimming and hiking one day and did it in a tree. My boyfriend found out a long time after and just sorta shrugged and said something about his brother being a horny little fuck. He sure was! Both of us were!
During one year in my freshman year of high school, I attended a party and about 10 people showed up. Most of the guests were guys. For about 2 hours, we were doing whatever typical teens would be doing then, and we played Super Smash Bros. Melee. We started a tournament, and as people got eliminated, they started to head into the basement.
It was down to me and Nathan. He chose Ganondorf, and I chose Jigglypuff and beat his ass to oblivion. I turn to him, laugh in his face and say, "In your face! Suck it!" and he started to blush. He identified as a straight male, and he knew I was gay. Never would I have thought he would take my sarcasm literally.
He began to unzip my pants and grab my dick. His hand was so warm, and it started to grow rapidly in his hand. I started to unzip his pants and grab his dick. Soon, we started jacking each other off. Then, there was a sudden urge to put his bulging dick inside my mouth, and I did just that. Nathan pulled his hand away from my dick and just enjoyed the sensations. He was a good 5 - 6 inches.
Something I hadn't thought about is how close my face is to the man's pubes. Nathan's pubes tickled my nostrils and I got the strong smell of whatever funky smell it is every guy has down there. That only aroused me more. He could tell I didn't quite know what I was doing, but that didn't matter. I got used to it pretty quickly and started playing with his balls.
Eventually, I was able to make him cum without warning. He hadn't told me when he was going to and that made it all the more surprising. I had wondered what cum has tasted like, and his tasted disgusting, but I swallowed it anyways. Despite how bad Nathan's tasted I was willing to do it again.
But then, just before I was going to back to the basement, he grabs my dick and forces it into his mouth. I wouldn't think he'd do that considering how often he'd talk about girls. I grew to my full 7 inches. I placed my hand on Nathan's head and went with the flow of his head bobbing up an down my dick.
We were both awkward for our both times sucking, but it was worth it. I feel like he got the hang of it quicker than I did. I soon started to face fuck him and I started to uncontrollably spasm before jizzing inside his mouth. He continued to lick my cum from off my dick and that sent my nerves through the roof.
We continued to suck each other off to this day, and I have taken his 8 inch dick (it grew a lot). The sensations from being filled with hot, pulsing cockmeat, and being filled with cum makes me jizz every time. I'm leaking now writing about this.
#gay #sex #mouth #confession
So.. where to start. I went through internet abusive relationship for almost two years. The content is serious. And I'm still struggling i need someone to talk about it and get it off my chest.
#anger #abuse #confession
I’m a cop, I want to sleep with my parter so badly. It’s all I can think about when we are together. I’m also married but wouldn’t stop for a second if I had the chance with her.
I was 13 and she was 14 when this happened. When my cousin (f) and I (f) were younger (around the age of 7 or 8) we used to watch porn together, I first came across it on my older sisters computer & I ended up showing her (my cousin). As we got older and whenever we visited each other we'd watch and react to it together in private. One day, the door was locked and we were on the bed watching a lesbian porn vid. She suddenly says "I wonder what it would feel like" then I asked her if she wanted to try it and she said yes. Sooo long story short I ate her out.. At a huge family party might I add :/ She's completely straight and I'm bisexual, we don't talk about it but we still watch porn on days that we see each other. I'm now 16 and she's 17. Our families still don't know about anything that we do or have done (aka each other lol)
I fantasize about being engulfed in slime, flesh, anything. I also have a demon fetish.
Maybe a stretch, but I took my stepdaughter to college. We unpacked and spent the next few nights together. I was surprised she was so relaxed (I guess) that I saw her nude a few times. Nothing happened, but after the nudity I was aroused and fantasised about different scenerios. Unfortunately, other than light hugs and kisses, we had no sexual contact. Now I want to visit real soon and imagine I get bold, and she wants, that I request a blow job. Oh I forgot that I went bejerk when she raised the towel too high to expose it as being shaved.
Now I only tihing of having sex with her to the point that I forget I am married to her mum.
#college #naked #blowjob #daughter #step #hug #juggs #kiss #cameltoe #lust #nasty #shaved
After who knows how long, I was doing laundry and realized my panties were in groups and not dispersed normally as when I through them in hamper. Was my step dad sniffing? As a detective I strategically began leaving my panties in distinct locations with precise location. I quickly learned panties were being moved. Now I get aroused and wet knowing my stepdad gets off on my panties. I think he is going nuts with the added wetness of late. I am buy and hiding a camera to watch him. The idea makes me come harder when I masturbate.
He is being unfaithful to my mum. And I am sure he would prefer sex with me over her. I bet he doesn't sniff her undies.
#stepdad #wetpanties #masturbate #laundry #sniff #nuts #hard #horny
When I turn 18, I'm very curious girl. I have curious about girls, women, lady and not for a men for sure.
I think Marvel listened to me. Stan Lee had this deal. You could send them ideas for super heroes & villains; and story lines. It was giving away ideas. I saw the importance of comics. I tried to help make the comics better.
Early in my life I got maybe 8-9 “No Prizes”. That was an empty envelope with nothing in it. No prize. I was still sending them ideas in my 20’s till I married.
One was for Deadpool. He’s supposed to be the bizarro me from the bizarro universe. I already explained that here.
Here’s some other thoughts I had. I actually had photocopies of these letters from many years ago. It’s so funny. When Deadpool first appeared in the movies my kids went crazy. Dad. This super hero is just like you. Two swords. Never stops talking. Endless trash talk. Afraid of nothing. Even the splitting a bullet with a sword. I’d tell my kids I could do that. Not true. But I can kill a fly out of the air with either sword. Or I could until recently. Unlike the comic I’m not immortal. I seem to slowly be dying.
Its so funny. I thought i destroyed all of that. Then one of my kids found a drawing of Deadpool I made in the early 1980’s. And a similar drawing from the 1970’s. He asked how I drew Deadpool in the 1970’s. I am Deadpool. He’s also found a stash of my old martial arts weapons. So funny.
Moving on. I felt Thor should get a bigger hammer that looked more like a Vikings because society was changing. I felt Cap could get his old one. He’d have two non lethal weapons then. One offensive. One defensive. I used to target practice and train with two weapons at once. I’m very skilled. So why not give Cap one of my skills? He’s supposed to have all of our best skills.
I felt Cap should give one of his shields to the Falcon or another black male hero.
I felt the old white males should mostly go off into space or other dimensions. Humans need to leave earth. Smart kids read comics. Why not inspire them? Space is our only long term future.
As for why replace the heroes on earth with females & minorities? I used to help people. I’ve saved lives. Done a lot of good. But I noticed something. When I saw someone holding a door; pulling over to help someone; firemen; EMTs; soldiers, etc. it was almost always white males. They reproduce slow. This nation and world will have fewer white males in the future. I felt others needed to be able to see themselves in comics. I myself always had very diverse friends. Same for my kids.
I felt little kids of every race; sex; and orientation, needed to feel like they could be heroes too. The old white male heroes would be off in space and other dimensions doing heroic things. A diverse group of young heroes would be here. Why not?
We need to inspire good people. Why shouldn’t a young black gay man feel that he could go save a little white boys life? Why shouldn’t he want to send money to Saint Judes? We have to teach all children that we all can love and care. Oh; Deadpool is the bizarro form of me. I’m really quite boring most of the time. But I do talk endless trash. And I really do believe I can kick anyone’s butt. I’m just nice.
I was a massive build good looking blond with blue eyes. Yet I risked my life to save a little black girl. Why shouldn’t a black man be willing to risk his life to save a little white boy? We can’t just let black children see gang bangers and basketball players. Anger. At some point they have to see kind hearted black men too. They need hope. They need to feel no matter how hard life is they can still be a good person.
So why not have a black man with Caps shield? There can be two shields. Old Cap can sail around in space. It’s Marvel. They can always make him young again.
But in the end what do I know? I’m just some old sick person heading for that final finish line.
Oh I don’t want credit for anything Marvel does. If you hand someone a seed; and they have a garden of flowers years later, they did all the work. You just cast out a few half baked ideas.
I do think it’s funny that my kids figured out I’m Deadpool. Finding the old drawings and weapons proved it to them. Well. I’m bizarro Deadpool. I’m the Red Ninja. That’s what I called myself in the early 70’s. I became something way cooler later. Much cooler than Deadpool. I have thousands of ideas better than him.
Nuff Said
Breaking the hearts of others. I’ve broken a lot of hearts. It’s nothing I’m proud of. As a dude I’m not supposed to care, but I do. Whether a person is poor; rich; famous; or just a kind person, they all deserve to be treated kindly. When you look back at the pain you caused, it makes you cry. Wish I could undo it. I thought being rude gave them the best out. Make them hate me. Blame me. But I now realize there are people who never got over me. That hurts me to realize. I’m sorry. I didn’t set out to do that.
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