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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 want my girlfriend to cuckold me so badly. I get Instantly aroused by thoughts of her sucking other guys cocks of seeing them inside her.
It’s got to the stage now where I’m looking at Reddit for guys with big cocks and imaging them fucking her.
But I know she will never be open to it
I stalk some strange girl on facebook. Currently I'm living in Germany but I'm from Wales. She's a German girl and one of the stupid ones. I could watch her profile on Facebook all day long because she's posting such bullshits, it's quite funny.
I sent her a friend request, she accepted it and now I can stalk her all day long.
This is a really long story but it’ll try to make it short, last year I started dating this guys best friend, let’s call this guy brad. So brad started spreading rumors about me since me and my boyfriend started dating and he bullied me everyday and got other people to do it too, he’s sexually and physically assaulted me and now he goes to a different hs but he still continues to talk about me and it’s been reported to his school but nothing has been done. How
do I get him to stop? 😭
A bully named Daniel grabbed me by the throat, in gym class. He wanted the chain my uncle left to me when he died. I tried to fight back, but he was much stronger. He snatched the chain and slammed me to the ground. He stood up, pulled his dick out of his gym shorts, and pissed on me for what seemed like and hour, but was really about 2 seconds. He put his dick away and walked off with my uncle's chain.
In the locker room, I confronted him. He beat my ass, pulled my shorts off and he and his friends forced me into the girl's locker room. Dozens of girls laughed at me and called me "baby-dick" and "little guy".
I was suspended for "exposing myself" to them and he was rewarded for "exposing the threat".
WTF Universe?
I would like to make amends and confess. It happened many years ago back in school and in retrospect I feel terrible about it.
There was this one kid in our year and he was kind of unpopular. Maybe not unpopular, but he ran in another circle of friends and was rather shy. So we made fun of him, but really harmless banter mostly.
One day we had this huge event at our school that took place in our gym. A lot of people came... I think round 3,000 people watching the festivites on the ranks around the gym, parents, teacher from other schools, principles,.. so many people....
My year and me had to take part in a rely race, so we had to get in a row and in front of me was that kid. He was a bit on the chubby side and really un-sporty. He wore very worn out pants and that is when I go the idea.
Just seconds before it was his turn to start running I pansed him. (I have no idea how that is spelled... well, I pulled his shorts down all the way). And I not only pulled down his shorts, but also his boxershorts underneath. As he was about to start running, he tripped BUTT NAKED and fell face first to the ground. He had a really small penis.
The whole gym, everyone!! was laughing and pointing. Some where even crying with laughter and I think some took pictures. He was the joke of the whole school for the rest of our time there.
Now I feel rather embarrased for what I have put him through.
#school #pants #sport #chubby #bullying #embarrassing #laughing
I'm so very sorry to everyone I've hurt or used when I was a young man , and all that racist talking I did, I spent many years hating people I didn't even know because of their skin color , I deep down didn't mean it and believe it was a way I dealt with my own fears and insecurities , I don't really hate any one people. Please don't do what I've done for half of my life, that is raising your hands and using people for what they can do for you, I became what I hated and feared ... I became a bully. Forgive me Lord Jesus and forgive me my brothers and sisters .
#me #forgiveness #bully #hate #confession #heartless
I want to confess that I once thought about going on a killing spree.
Please don't get me wrong, I know how terrible this is but I just couldn't handle it anymore. Back in middle school all other kids hated me, bullied me and pranked me. After a girl pretend to like me but just did so because she had lost a bet, I was furious. I actually had planned the attack but was too afraid to do it.
I am now a grown up man in my mid 30 and I am very glad I haven't ruined my life like that.
I don't understand the idea that there is always a fight between brothers and sisters. I have a brother and a sister, both older than me and we always get along well. When my sister and I were still in high school, our brother had already been in the world of work for some years and had already married.
My brother is quite physically trained, while my sister always dresses to attract attention: ripped jeans or tight leather pants, jacket to show a little belly or hips or neckline, chocolate lipstick and Sharon Stone blonde hair. I was more like a slightly skinny version of Brandon Sanderson, with Tom Selleck's body hair and Adam Drive's face. I was not bullied, because my sister always protected me.
However, it happened that someone made fun of me as a nerd and I felt bad. I once declared myself to a girl I liked, a very beautiful girl. She was a year older than me, she had black skin, long straight hair and a nice face. I had written for her a poem and given her some flowers, but she had turned me down and one of her friends had commented that if she was going to go with a white man, certainly not with me.
I took refuge in the bathroom crying and I hear people enter: they were two students of the school football team, including my sister's boyfriend. We know each other and he is a good person. Selling me in this state, he goes to call my sister. When she arrives, entering the "boys' bathroom", she pushes her boyfriend and her friend out the door and we are left alone.
I explain the situation to her and she consoles me that it will be only for these years in school and that everything will be different outside. But I wanted to put those people in the wrong who make me feel bad. So my sister gets an idea, but she said to must not to tell this thing to anyone. I accept.
So she puts her chocolate lipstick in front of the mirror, turns to me and she to me to closes my eyes. I feel her kissing me on the neck, cheek, forehead, eyelid, nose and finally on the lips as well, giving more pressure to this point. I was confused, but she explains to me that in this way I would make others jealous about I been kissed by a girl with an anonymous identity.
The only reason I am not currently a Bull in a cuckold marriage is
1) perfect situation and couple, perfect location, no physical or sexual attraction.
2) Wife attracted to me, cock size passes test, meetings take place, she separates and divorces her husband for a normal relationship. I still loved watching her homemade porn, and will never forget her assurance that if we shot movies in the shower that they had fog and steam proof lenses.
3) A very sexy older MILF with a taste for young hung chiseled studs initiated contact and arranged to me
et and fuck assuming she had permission... and before she talked to her husband she was thinking of how to convince him that she wanted to be pregnant more than anything by this a sexy young strange stud. Sometimes even a true cuck can't let go completely for his own pleasure, ego interferes.
#sex #bull #cuckold #hotwife #slutwife #ovulation #insemination
I seriously want to commit suicide. I'm just done with life. The friends that I thought would never switch up on me, did. My dad, who is like my best friend isn't talking to me. Rumors about me at school are going around that it's making me not want to go school no more. I just can't, I been wishing for death since a little kid for being bullied over my skin color. I have a boyfriend, he knows about my suicidal past, but not the reason why. He always tells me things about my skin color and asked me if bothered me. I said no because I didn't want to seem so fragile. But it in reality it hits me so hard. I hate that the first thing that goes through a mind of a person when they meet me is my skin color. I absolutely hate it. I just don't think I can't do this anymore. If I didn't have a boyfriend, I would honestly already do it.. but I don't want to break his heart bc I know how much it would hurt him.
A bully would always beat me up at school and my mom would tell me to stick up for myself, but he was so much bigger and stronger I couldn't. She got mad and made her tell me who he was and where he lived so that she and I could go talk to his parents. We went over to his house and rang the doorbell and his mom answered the door and asked us what we wanted. My mom said she wanted her son to stop picking on me or else she would tell the principal what was happening. She said it couldn't be her son because he would do no such thing. But mom insisted so she called upstairs and told her son to come down. He came down the stairs and my mom saw him for the first time. He was grossly over weight and much bigger than me. Mom said to him would he please stop picking on me and he just laughed and said I had started it. Then his mom said, see I knew my son would not do that, it is your son who started it and my son just finished it. She then pushed my mom down and they both laughed at her as she fell on her butt and her skirt went up her legs and we could all see her panties! My bully then jumped on my moms" stomach and almost squished her. He then pulled her over and started spanking her very hard. My mom was trying to get away but he was very strong and held her down. He then pulled her skirt up and her panties down and starting spanking her bare butt! I tried to help but the bully's mom grabbed me and pulled me over her knees and pulled down my pants and started spanking me. She held me and faced me so I could see her son spanking my mom on her bare butt. She put me down and tied my hands and feet and left the room only to return with a camera and started taking some pictures of her son (my bully) spanking my mom on her bare butt. My mom was crying now and begging him to stop. His mom laughted and said, look she is enjoying it, shes opening her legs wider after every spank. We all looked down and saw that he was now unbuttoning her shirt and said he wanted to see her big breasts. He tore off the rest of her shirt and ripped her bra off and they both began hooting and hollering because without her padded bra she had small childlike breasts!.. My mom was so embarrassed she tried to cover them with her hands, but my bully pulled her hands away and his mom took some more pictures of her tiny breasts. He then started pinching her tiny buds and she screamed to please stop. I couldn't stop looking at my mom, lying there crying and begging my bully to stop. His mom then said for him to strip her completly and make her crawl around on her hands and knees while he smacked her butt and she would take more pictures. After totally humiliating her they said we could leave but they would show these pictures of her naked and being spanked by her son to all the neighbors and all my friends at school if we ever told anyone. We then left and ran home because they had given my mom only her torn shirt and short skirt and and told her with her tiny breasts no one would notice and took some more pictures of us running away. I have to admit that I got very excited seeing my mom naked and being humiliated by them!
My boss only likes those women who treat others bad and bully the "fat" ones.
I keyed his car for that. Such an asshole!
When I was a teenager way back in the early eighties, I was taunted by some of the other boys at school for being overweight. I was a little, but in my mind at the time I was convinced it was a lot. It got to me so much that a few days before the start of the new school year I went into town with some money I'd been saving and (I can still barely believe it even after all these years) I went into a department store, went into the lingerie department and, with a bright red face, bought myself a panty girdle. Even though I dreaded the thought of wearing it, I thought a girdle would reduce my belly, tighten up my backside and get the bullies off my back. As I was excused gym class on medical grounds, there would be no problem there. And surely I'd get used to it? The assistant was initially astonished and thought I was joking at first, but when she realised I was serious, I guess she figured my money was as good as anyone else's.
So, on that first day, I headed off to school as if everything was normal, went into some derelict buildings along the way, took off my trousers, quickly tugged on my long-leg Playtex "I Can't Believe It's A Girdle!", got dressed again, and headed off to school, wide-eyed and stiff legged. My "weight loss" since the start of the summer break was noticed, but I was still bullied. And now I had to get used to wearing a tight girdle every day to maintain the weight loss illusion - I could hardly get paunchy again overnight!
Have you ever had that terrified sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realise you've really screwed up? That's how I felt when it dawned on me what I'd done and that there was no going back. The whole idea was dumb from the start, had failed totally in its objective, my initial overconfident attitude about getting used to it had died the moment I'd put it on and realised as it compressed my belly, backside and thighs exactly what it was I was going to have to get used to...and now I had no way out! I felt sick as I realised I was going to have to wear a girdle - a Playtex panty girdle! - every day from now on. For no good reason. And it was all my own damn fault.
By the end of that first day of being firmly held in, I could definitely believe it was a girdle! I'd fidget around in my seat trying to get comfortable - sit forward, sit back, legs apart, legs together - but I could get no relief. It was a girdle, and it did what a girdle was supposed to do. I'd catch myself gasping as I stood up or sat down, and walking up or down stairs was...an experience. By lunchtime I felt like I just wanted to scream, but I had a long afternoon in front of me before I could take it off.
After school, I hurried back to the derelict buildings (as quickly as I could manage!) to get out of my tight new panty girdle. I was almost crying with frustration as I fumbled frantically with my belt buckle in the rush to get my trousers off and get the bloody thing off me. The relief I felt as I peeled it off was incredible. But I just had to get used to it being part of my uniform from that day on. I'm not ashamed to say that, as I tugged it on the next morning, I was actually crying. I did eventually come to terms with the situation and get used to it, but it did take a very long time.
I guess that was about the only notable thing I achieved at school, though being the only boy to have his underwear made by Playtex is something I was quite happy to keep secret!
I was 15 years old and always getting laughed in school by boys older than me. Couldn't do a damn thing about defending myself because I would have gotten my ass kicked in. I always felt embarrassed when they bullied me in front of girl that tagged along with them just to have fun. One day they caught me on the far side of the baseball field and girls telling them to pull my pants down. I don't think they would have done it if girls wouldn't have said that. I remember being carried by my arms and legs behind the baseball equipment shed with my pants and underwear pulled down and turned over so girls could see my penis. I died a thousand death when I looked up and saw those giggling girls looking at my penis and pulling my shirt up so it wouldn't cover it. Couldn't do anything else but swallow my shame and hang there with girls getting a cheap thrill and laughing their heads off. I got stripped bullied and probably not the only boys that this has happened to and ashamed about tell any one. It's what older boys do to younger ones just for kicks. It's a horrible thing that only time will partly make you forget.
Life isn't fair. I had this friend who received a mean hurtful anonymous letter. I knew who the letter was from, but my friend didn't. The letter was from my friend's best friend, and I knew that she would be hurt if she knew what her friend really thought of her. So I took the blame. I told her it was a joke, an accident. She stopped being friends with me and went of with the "friend" who had actually sent the letter. Nobody ever knew that it wasn't me. I still feel anger towards the person who actually sent the letter for letting me take the fall.
Hello all, I'm a Mid 30's married British Indian guy with a below average cock. My wife is gorgeous thick Indian woman size 14 38dd's and extremely vanilla! It's taken me years to get her into toys. the thought of another cock scares her! But I would love her to be a full size queen at the command of a real bull with a proper cock to satisfy her with. While I'm locked in chastity and humiliated. I think of all the fucked up shit I would have to do, get her ready to be fucked, bathing her shaving her getting her best lingerie ready that she only wears for a bull never for me... only for it to come back ruined after she has been used! Be their personal slave and errand boy obeying every humiliating command given. Guiding big dicks into her, lining them up before gaping her ass licking her pussy as she gets fucked, cleaning up her creampies. I fantasise about my humiliation, forced bi, only being able to fuck her using the bulls used condom, getting them to cum over my pillow ... work clothes etc. Watching them fuck and cumming over her wedding rings only to make her sick up all the cum!
I don't know why this turns me on so much but it does!
Is this normal??
#slave #humiliated #humiliation #wife #cuckold #husband #indian #british #degraded #used #abused #bull #sph #tiny
There is this girl who is mean and I can't help but notice she is so ugly and I don't really know what her problem is with me.
Paranoia. I once had a near death medical incident. Took a meds. Odd reaction. For a while I was paranoid. Then I went off the med and it passed.
But sometimes it tries to return. I learned to ignore it. For instance, sometimes I think people in my house are talking about me. Going thru my stuff. Even conspiring against me in a sense. So I recorded what they were saying. Listened when I was very calm and happy.
Sometimes they are saying hateful things about me. Sometimes they are mocking me. Sometimes one of them is trying to manipulate the others so together they can get their way and bulldoze me. So that’s not paranoia.
However; other things I recorded when my mind wondered are they talking about me, they were not.
In life most everyone is mentally disturbed to some level. Most everyone’s main focus is themself. They desire control. Seek a way to get control over others. To influence others. Not for bad per sa. If I’m nice people will be nice to me. If I look hot that cute person will date me because I want to be touched by them. You get it?
So in my case, I’ve spent my life around people who conspire together against others. It’s quite ridiculous, but think of gangs. Gang members are really cowards. Too afraid to stand up alone. But I’m a pack they have the power. 5 gang bangers together are not afraid of a frail old person. Give them guns and they will even take on a small healthy man. For me they’d want a tank or two.
Watch shark fest. I’m like an orca. I know I own the seas. I walk thru the world unafraid. Sure a nuclear sub could take me on. But other than that I’m all good. But most humans are like those little gray sharks. They need to form a pack to have real power.
This is why you’ll see really scared people walking with dogs. The nice scared people have labs. The mean scared people have pit bulls.
Stay away from any human who owns a pit bull. They may go violent on you for no reason one day.
See. Humans are a lot like animals. If you accept that parts of you function like an animal; but realize you have a conscious mind, then you can control false thoughts.
Thus; if you are feeling paranoid, that’s a basic survival skill. Zebras eat, but they watch for lions. Lions are always there. But lions suddenly spring out of the grass. They chase whichever they’ve picked. If it’s a group they zig and zag. The one that stumbles or goes the wrong way is eaten.
So your paranoid for a reason. But you have to accept in life there’s a certain level of danger. We all start to die the moment we are born. It’s a certainty. The absolute Ready Player One game. This game plays for keeps. Game over is game over forever here.
So I always wonder as the scared person on the walking trail with 5 dogs walks by, why not just buy a treadmill or join a gym?
The question is do you want to spend your entire life living in fear? Or do you want to live. Bad neighborhood? Try to save up and move. Not always an option. So stay indoors as much as possible.
Here’s something that boggles the mind. We need a border wall. The drugs coming across puts a lot of people in a grave. The drugs provide the wealth for gang leaders to form a gang. Then they branch out. Extortion, breaking into homes and cars. Rape. Intimidation. Random violence.
Take away those illegal drugs, and the gangs dry up. Poor people can control their streets again.
But some cities need new poor people to keep gov money coming in. To keep all their senate seats. Some companies and people want cheap labor.
Some people just feel compassion. Like for those unaccompanied children stumbling around.
So we get this. Drugs. Gangs.
Why not build the wall. But ask cities and states if they want illegals. If they do have buses waiting. Send them to airports. Funnel them into those systems. In this way, everyone is happy.
If you live in Iowa why do you care if Michigan wants a bunch of illegals? That’s like the distance of Spain from Norway. Just stay in Iowa and live your life. If those people in California bother you so much, don’t go there.
Compromise. Good people with money and resources to spare helping people who need help. Other people who don’t want to be involved left out of it. Inner city people able to walk to parks without the gangs. Kids not joining gangs out of fear. Teens not over dosing. Children not watching their parents over dosing. Isn’t that a better way than what we have now?
Don’t let your fear cause paranoia that overwhelms your life. A life of complete fear isn’t much of a life. But if that’s all you have, keep living it. Just make the best of whatever life you have. We are all trapped in our own skins.
Time for me to go back to being funny and obnoxious. I rarely let people see the real me. I like to hide behind an illusion.
TRDP
#paranoia #fear #survival #trdp #wall #border #hope #pitbull
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