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The last time I called my grandma was about 7 months ago. I just don't have the nerves to talk to her because she's really annoying and very exhausting. She is a knows-it-all and a total brick.
I don't feel bad that I broke ties, she's just so annoying.
I think I'd like to hurt someone. Not like hurting someone physically, but more emotionally. I want to break someone's heart.
I've been heartbroken so many times already. I've cried so many times for people that I loved, but they did not love me back.
I also want someone to cry because of me because they think I am the ideal one.
#hurt #love #heartbreak #heartbroken #sin #confession
My first boyfriend broke up with me after we had been together for a year, I was 16 to the time he broke up.
Out of desperation I told him I was pregnant. He believed me and at first, he tried to help me and stayed with me. He was a really nice guy, caring and loving and he would have never left me with a baby.
Over the weeks, it got more difficult to keep the lie up. Of course I didn't tell my parents about my lie, so I had to ensure that he wouldn't meet my parents.
The time went on and after a while I thought he would love me again and wouldn't leave me neither without a baby. I decided to end my roleplay and let "the baby die".
Because he had to work in a different city, 3 hours away from our hometown, I called him and told him that I had lost the baby, that I had bled and that the fetus inside my body had been swamped out. I told him this could happen from time to time (I had heard about it before, so I didn't make this up).
He was very upset and sad that we lost our baby but I was just happy all the lying was over.
A few weeks later, he met my mom in the city and all went down... They talked about it and he discovered that I had never been pregnant.
I got a text from him "I know you lied. It's over."
I am now 23 years old, I have never heard from him since.
Because it's spring break and therefore I don't have to go to school, I made plans to stay at home the whole time and be as lazy as possible. Next to my bed I positioned my laptop, my remote control, 20 gallons of Seven Up, my game boy and my play station 3 controller. I told my parents I am on vacation.
The only time I stand up is to go to the toilet, maybe to take a shower and to open the door for the delivery guy.
It's the best time of my life but I am a bit ashamed that I lied to everyone to be alone.
I haven't told this to anyone, but when I was 15 my first sex was homosexual anal. I fucked my boy cousins ass one night while staying at his house overnight, he was 15 also. The next day we went to the basement behind some shelves. He had his pants down and bent over the back of an old couch, with Vaseline on his butt and a jar of it in my hand I was going to lube up my cock and them use my receptive cum bucket again. He was wanting it as bad as I wanted to give it. We got so involved we didn't hear his sister (14) come down stairs with some laundry. She came back and asked what we were doing, and he stood bolt upright pulled up his tidy whiteys then his jeans and walked out. I was there with a jar of Vaseline in my hand and a hard 7" thin cock sticking straight out.
Oh, were you guys doing what we all used to do when we were little? she asked. I replied yes. From the time we were about 9 till 11 all three of us, plus one neighbor girl formed a club and used to get naked and play with each other. My cousin used to do strips for me and her brother in her bedroom if no one was around. She would let us rub our little cocks against her butt, even trying to insert them, I fingered her pussy and it got real wet before she chickened out and left me hanging, but once she started developing tits and pussy hair she stopped it all. We tried and tried to get her to at least show us her tits and hairy pussy but she wouldn't.
Don't tell my brother how much hair I have or anything, and you can only stick it in my butt, don't you dare stick it in me in my front, she insisted. Then she bent down and told me to rub some of the Vaseline on her butt. I did, then put some on my cock and fucked her up her ass.
My first and second fuck, were my cousins, a brother and sister, both anal. I continued to fuck them both for about 3 years. Her, only anal and eventually oral and her brother only anal. I did manage to suck his cock to completion about 5 times during that time though. Finally; one time when I took her on a date, we went to our normal motel, and I held her down while I ate her pussy, she loved it. About a month later I was eating her, and spread her legs, pinched her D cup tits and holding her down stuck my cock into her pussy. I finally got my first piece of pussy. Dark, hairy pussy that bled a lot. I always heard it only bled a little when breaking her hymen, but from eating her out the hymen was pretty thick. It bled for about 3 days actually, didn't stop until I fucked her a few more times. She hated that I forced her to fuck and stopped seeing me for a while. Then came back and I had a nice steady piece of pussy, ass, and mouth, plus her brothers ass.
I am about to break up with my fiancée. We will meet in half an hour "just for dinner". I am going to give her one last nice evening together and in the end I will tell her that I don't love her anymore.
Wish me luck or something like that.
my confession... where to start?
i've liked my best friend for seven months, until today.
he likes someone else, and i was dumb enough to think it was me. pure stupidity on my part, seeing that everything i thought were sign we're nothing.
what's really stupid is that i caught feelings when i shouldn't have.
#heartbreak #crush #feelings #sad #crying
I was hurt because of my siblings so I hurt my mom coz she was not punishing or scolding them.
I said mean words to her. I told her that I want her to die so I will be convinced she can't stand for me coz she is not here. I didn't talk with her for a month even I denied to eat anything she cooked for me. I was rude. It still hurts to think she didn't take stand for me but not more than what I said to her. I don't know if she will forgive me I don't know God will ever forgive me but I can't forgive myself ever for this sin.
#heartbreak #guilt #depression #shame #unforgettable #temper
I confess that I paid my mother’s money without my mother knowing. I confess that I masturbate, play games, watch pornography, listen to music, steal, eat past 12 and watch movie while I was a monk. I still masturbate and watch pornography now. I confess that I still steal now. I confess that I sometimes lie or bend or twist the truth. I confess that I have broken the precept and Karmaboth 10. I confess. I am so sorry.
I’m in love with my ex, he left me so I could experiment while he’s gone and honestly I think it made me hotter for him.
The online relationship started a long time ago. It involved abuse and manipulation, it was so bad that i didn't realize until it was too late. There was nothing i wouldn't have done, it left me empty and completely dependent on him. He left me, all i ever asked for was my love to be returned and to be given the affection any girlfriend would receive. When he left i wrote a suicide note and decided to end my life.
I don't know where i would be had it not been for an amazing guy we will call william. He scooped me up, loved me, and treated me in a way i never felt before. I was happy and trying so hard to forget the guy i met online.
When he came back into my life, i felt as vulnerable as the time i was with him. Though i never cheated on william, i began to hate him for not being my first love. Again, i became dependent and desperate to be with the other guy. William and me ended things, he could see right through me and had enough. I tried to be with my first love and was sure things would work out this time.
He lied to me about everything. He was with someone else. I found out and again i was broken. The whole time he was with her, it didn't matter if i was happy, he needed me to be broken and dependent on him.
He had someone who he said he was in love with and was happy. He said i was a mistake and he just wanted me to be with someone else. Never mind that when he was harassing me i was with someone else and trying to be happy. ( he knew that)
So here i am again, living a hell i deserve for hurting a good man. Every night i think about killing myself. Never let anyone take away your free will, even if they say they love you. All this taught me is what a horrible person i am. The online guy out living his happy life (with her at his side), and all i can think is me being in this state is what i deserve.
I need to confess.
I've never asked for much in my life. Just to be happy. I can't seem to ever find it though. Every time I do it always ends up being fake. I hate that so much. But a while back I found happiness in a girl. She was everything I've ever wanted and more. I devoted my life to keeping her happy and I did everything to do so. We were inseparable, or so I thought. One day, not too long ago in fact, she decided to just throw away all we worked so hard to achieve.
I was so devastated I tried to kill myself numerous times. When my knives were finally taken away I looked up key points on my veins and took thumbtacks to each point. Several at a time too. The pain was unbearable and I thought it would work. It didn't obviously. People saw the scars and finally I got help. I was gone for a few days but it felt like a lifetime. When I finally got out of where I was I felt better but not helped. I still have thoughts of death and suicide and am having them now as I type these words. The scars serve as my own permanent reminder of what I went through. Everyone wants me to promise never to do it again...but these promises have been made in vain....
Because of my job as a salesman I have to travel a lot so I have to stay in a hotel 60 to 70 days a year. This is very boring and to entertain myself I began replacing the eggs for breakfast with eggs in which the incubation has already started. This sounds very disgusting and it is disgusting of course. But I love the look on people's faces when they see what they wanted to eat.
#eggs #salesman #business #travel #hotel #breakfast #disgusting
My ex bf has a new girlfriend. I broke up with him but now I'd do anything to get him back.
my report card came out a month ago and my dad is still mad at me. he emotionally abuses me by calling me names and insults. i’m 16. the fact that i am scared of him, scared to explain myself is frustrating me. i got 2As, 3Bs, and 3Cs. my school’s grade boundaries go down to a U. i thought i did pretty well until my dad screamed at me about it; how i was a “lazy bitch” and how i “don’t deserve anything.” until this day he still says that i am useless and scolds me. last night, he told my mom that he was sending me to public school and that that was that. i was devastated. this is my last year. i can’t just be pulled out and put into a school with a different system. he isn’t giving me a chance. he doesn’t trust me. that breaks my heart that no one in my house trusts that if given this last chance, i can get better grades. i hate to be constantly screamed at and insulted at. i hate that my dad screams at me for every single small mistake i do. my dad never lets me turn the ac at night. last night i was sleeping with my grandparents and they had told me that they wanted the ac turned on. so i did. this morning my dad had lashed out at me for wasting electricity by turning it on. my mom came in defense of me and explained that my grandparents had wanted it turned on. he stormed off and left. i want to run away. i’m 16 and there’s a certain extent to how much i can sustain myself. what do i do?
I was cleaning out part of my parents' house and found prom pictures from 16 years ago. The date and I were in a long-term relationship that went south fast once we hit college.
I threw the photos away, and it felt good. She was a manipulative thief who lived nothing but lies.
I think I am going to break up with my girlfriend. She got her hair cut short and I do not like it. It just looks terrible.
I do not want to sound superficial but now she really looks ugly.
Workplace romances are a mistake. I was seeing this married woman in her 40s. I was single and a virgin when we first met... when we first met... i saw her sitting and talking with her coworker. I was coming off a flight from LA when she was there... so beautiful. I saw her again coming into work. We looked at eachother with almost the same look of attraction. I was too shy to say anything but before I knew it she stretched out her hand to me and introduced herself. We shook hands and I introduced myself. Seemed like from that point on our friendship blossomed. We would see eachother often at work. Sometimes late at night and talking was so easy between us. We got really close. In hindsight, maybe too close.
More than a month after that first handshake... I made a move... we flirted for a lttle bit but I took it to the next level. I wanted her. She was so beautiful for her age and took really good care of her body. I had to touch her. The crazy thing is... she obliged. She was thinking the same thing. After that we started talking about sex and how we could do it. One night at work, an opportunity presented itself. We were like schoolchildren. It was so risky and scary but we did it in the men's bathroom. While we were at work no less! I will never forget that first kiss. After that first time we were mating like rabbits. Taking every opprotunity and even making some of our own. I don't know if pornstars get that much sex in the time we were together but it was almost every day for 4 years straight. Our relationship was more than just passion though. We would have lunch and talking like normal people was still easy to us. We fell in love right away. She was everything to me. But I knew that I could not be the same for her. I knew that my situation could not support her and her kid if she left her husband for me. But i knew she cared deeply for me. She always pushed me to better myself. Working out, going back to school, even helping me with my finances. She showed me how to become a man. I had everything I ever wanted. Or so I thought.
Like any normal couple, we too would have confrontations and squabbles. Fights between us would break out at first because one would suspect the other of cheating. Ironic isn't it? But it would blow over quickly and we would resume our daily "ritual" so to speak. But the fights got worse and I being the passionate one would say hurtful things to her. I regret them so much. But she always forgave me and I was always greatful and in tears when she did. One day her forgiveness ran out. She had gotten tired of my hurtful words. And said that it was enough. From that point... I had lost her love... I would try to leave her alone as we still worked in the same place. I would still see her and would just give me pain. It was almost too obvious on what was going through my mind.
We had pretty much successfully kept the true nature of our relationship hidden from our co-workers the whole time we were together. Thank goodness. I don't know what I would do if I was responsible for ruining her life. But I can't do anything now. I still love her. Everytime I see her it's like a piece of me dies. I don't know if she even knows what I'm going through. Can she see my pain? Does she even care? I wish I could move on. I wish someone could come and save me from this pain. But It's too unbearable to move one. This is my pennance. This is my curse. Suffering in silence. Burned alive from the inside out by the same fire that fueled my passion for this perfect woman who changed my life. Who will always have my heart.
In highschool I was a loser. But one day while I was eating lunch in some corner this cute girl asked if she could sit with me. We talked and exchanged numbers. We then texted all the time. It was so cool and I was really liking her. I would get butterflies when I’d see her messages. She asked me to meet her at her house one day to watch movies. I showed up and all her friends were there and they all started laughing at me and calling me names. I went home so upset and asked her why she did this and she said she bet her friend she could get the “weird” kid to like her. Flash forward 10 years and her mom works for me and tells me how miserable her daughters life is and how she has no job. I asked her mom if she wanted I’d hire her daughter. That’s going to be real fun if it happens. Her mom has no clue what happened between us either.
I've spent all day crying my goddamned eyes out over a woman I've been seeing for three and a half months. She broke up with me to see someone else.
I'm confessing here because the only person I could conceivably talk to about it to get some kind of catharsis and work the pain out is...
...my wife.
(Yes, I know I'm a piece of shit. We can just take that as read, thanks.)
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