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I confess that I should be in the dancing school right now. But instead, I'm sitting here, reading confessions.
I missed the last 3 lessons just because I'm too lazy.
#lazy #read #confessions #lesson #missed
I feel every day am living a life of another person, something that seems I borrowed and I don't feel complete. I've just tried to be "perfect" all the time proving am better than others and showing fake confidence but every time there is this hollowness inside which I cannot get rid off..i feel there is this invisible line out there which I have to cross but i really don't think i have the courage to, all these things I've been wanting to do are getting pilled up and there is no place to breathe...it feels as though I've stopped breathing years ago and now am just trying to survive every day, trying to fit into the crowd but there is this voice in my head which keeps reminding me how I don't belong here.
Today was one of the worst days in my whole life.
My dad left, my mom had a collapse. And I hate him so much right now, because he left us in this misery.
I hate him so much that I actually thought about killing him. Or at least, I want to beat the shit out of him.
Some days ago, I learned that my dad is a gambling addict, he played a lot of poker and made bets. He's a loser, he lost almost everything. We are higly in debts right now. Before he left, he took the last 500 dollars I had. That was for my car, took over 2 years to get so much money. Now it's all gone.
Actually, he wasn't that bad as a father. He worked hard (so I thought), cared about my mom, he even brought her flowers. Then we found out that he got fired 5 months ago...
Why would he do that? Why did he lie about it?
I hate him so much!!!
#hate #confessions #father #money
Me and my mom were best friends when I was growing up. She was always there for me and we had great fun together.I really thought I could tell her everything. One day, I borrowed some jewelry from her for school. It was a very old, pretty ugly necklace and I thought this would not be a problem. I never saw her wearing it and I really wanted to return it right after school.On this day, and I didn't think about it, we had PE in the last two periods. I left the necklace with my other stuff in the locker room.And it was gone when I came back! I looked everywhere, but I just couldn't find it. Someone else must have stolen it. I was so terrified of my mom and that she maybe didn't love me anymore because of this. I was so scared that I would lose my best friend.So, I lied. A few days after I lost it, my mom was looking everything for this stupid necklace.And, as I found out, it was the necklace of her grandmother, (my great-grandmother)...I never told her that I lost it and I lied and helped her look for it for months.I am so sorry about that!
#confessions #necklace #grandma #mom #school #gym #stolen #lie
I read almost all of the confessions here and I am so angry with all the people who write they "don't regret" anything because they are lying! Of course they regret what they did! Otherwise they wouldn't post it here on this website!
When you are already confessing your sins, why can't you tell the truth and say that you're sorry? Is it really that hard?
#confessions #regret #lie #hate #truth #sorry #website #confessionstory
What could be worse than losing the love of your life?
I can tell you: Losing not only the love of your life but also all of your money, even your car.
But it's not what you think. I didn't get hurt. I was the once causing it.
I tricked a woman into thinking I was in love with her. She believed it. It was a turbulent romance with a lot of sex, many drugs and fightings.
I slept at her place because I don't have an own apartment and she even paid some of my bills!
She loved me, no she ADORED me, I can feel it. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? But she was such a pain in the ass, she always wanted to cuddle and go to a nice restaurant and do couple stuff I guess. It was terrible!
So I dumped her.
Took her checkbook and her car when she was at work and drove off.
She hasn't heard from me since and she won't... ever.
I don't regret anything.
when i was a child we had to go to confession and I often made up things and added in some swearing, and cursing, coveting desires , envy etc and temptations and eating too much chocolate.
#hmmm #confessions #at #school
I’ve been talking to this 38 year old guy (I’m 15 and he knows that) and he is so sweet. We met on this app where you can talk to strangers. This app has a group chat called “Prison” where all the people go when you break an app rule. I had gotten sent there for going into a DDLG (Daddy Dom/Little Girl) group chat and saying “my daddies dead” (Im not into DDLG..I was just bored lol) someone reported me for bad behavior. I was sent to the “Prison” for like 20 hours (It was dumb), which led me to finding him and when we got out he started talking to me privately. I feel terrible because I keep talking to him. I don’t try to get his hopes up and tell him I love him because I don’t like him like that. He always tells me he loves me, that he wants to meet me, and do other stuff with me. I always dodge the sexual or personal things he wants to know about me and bring up something else. I always tell him he could get in serious trouble for even saying the stuff he does but he doesn’t care. After awhile he wanted to leave the app so he left me his number. I never texted him when he first left it because I was scared of him having my number. FUN FACT: he lives in canada and i live in the us. So a few weeks go by and last night I was really bored so I texted him and this is how it went.
Me: ligma
Him: Ligma?
Him: Lol wtf is that?
Me: ligma nuts
Him: Fort nite fictional disease
(then it goes on to me giving him hints on who I am and he finds out then i send him this)
Me: my friend called me a fugma
Him: What’s that hun
Me: fugma ass
I just wanted to type the funny parts lol. I need to stop our “relationship” but I can’t. I’m starting to catch feelings. god help me.....
#ligma #wtf #bored #confessions
I'll try," she said as he walked away.
"Try not to lose you."
Two vibrant hearts could change.
Nothing tears the being more than deception,
unmasked fear.
"I'll be here waiting" tested and secure.
Nothing hurts my world,
just affects the ones around me
When sin's deep in my blood,
you'll be the one to fall.
"I wish I could be the one,
the one who won't care at all
But being the one on the stand,
I know the way to go, no one's guiding me.
When time soaked with blood turns its back,
I know it's hard to fall.
Confided in me was your heart
I know it's hurting you, but it's killing me."
Nothing will last in this life,
our time is spent constructing,
now you're perfecting a world... meant to sin.
Constrict your hands around me,
squeeze till I cannot breathe,
this air tastes dead inside me,
contribute to our plague.
Break all your promises,
tear down this steadfast wall,
restraints are useless here,
tasting salvation's near.
Nothing hurts my world,
just affects the ones around me
When sin's deep in my blood,
you'll be the one to fall.
"I wish I could be the one,
the one who won't care at all
But being the one on the stand,
I know the way to go, no one's guiding me.
When time soaked with blood turns its back,
I know it's hard to fall.
Confided in me was your heart
I know it's hurting you, but it's killing me."
I just wanted to take a short break and read some of the confessions here.
Now almost an hour has passed and I still haven't got back to work.
Damn it!
#confessions #work #lazy
I get really fucked up on Crystal Meth and go on true confession sites and start typing stories I have heard, or at least I think maybe I heard them sonewhere, but it really doesn't matter cuz once I start typing I can't a to and I must just kinda keep on making up shit as I go along, although they seem pretty real no matter how fucked up or sick and twisted or just down right plain unbelievable or whatever and.then I come down and see what I've posted or at least try and figure out which ones may have been mine or not - I dunno. But it's pretty fuxked up and they aren't real and some take like hours to type and whatnot and I think maybe I need to get some serious help or something. Anyways, I think I posted a shit load on this site and they aren't real. The end
My best friend has been fucking me since we were young. Im married now and I still lay naked on my belly on his bed with him on top of me. I just love how it feels when he cums inside my ass, the way cum oozes out when he pulls out is heavenly!
This isn't a confession really, more of a rant...
To the doctor that took away my antidepressants;
Yes, I'm young, I'm 16 and putting me on medication puts me at more of a risk of negative side effects. Yes, I'm suicidal and can overdose on them quite easily if I wanted to and yes, you don't usually give antidepressants to under 18s but holy fuck do I need them.
I've been to over 10 therapists in the past 4 years--none have helped--and the waiting list for therapy at the moment where I live is about 5 months. I was put on antidepressants a couple of months ago and taken off of them a week ago, already I'm feeling the backlash of that. Since being taken off my depression has gotten worse, despite my actual life being better, and no matter what happens or who is supporting me I constantly feel like crap. I want to be able to feel happy again even if it was just a little bit.
I actually feel guilty for being depressed. I distance myself from people because I feel like a burden and in the 4 years that I've been trying to get help medication was the only thing that seemed to have an effect at all
I just miss it
(m/18) It's really embarrassing for me to tell you this. When I was in 8th grade, I pooped in my pants. I was in school that day, just before class started; couldn't make it to the toilet and all of the brown glory landed in my pants and underwear. It stank horrible and I tried to get rid of all the shit on my ass and in my pants, but somehow I just thought 'fuck it' and went with it. I think it didn't take more than 2 minutes for the others to notice the smell. It was just HORRIBLE. Every time they tried to find out where the stench came from I tried distracting them and stuff. But in 3rd period the worst thing happened. I went up to the board and because I was sitting on my ass the whole time, the shit got through my pants and there was one hell of a stain on my ass.Throughout school I was known as shitter from then on. It made my life miserable. I want to confess that I am one lazy bastard and had I just cleaned myself up that day I wouldn't have to go through hell.
I visited my mom last year for her birthday. I moved out a few years ago and our contact wasn't that good for quite a long time and to this time last year we wanted to become closer again.
It was a really nice day, we get along very well.. but then her new boyfriend stopped by. He was totally wasted, didn't know that her birthday was on that day or who I was.
He shouted at her for not making dinner and drove off, not without flipping the bird.
I was just so pissed off! I couldn't and I still can't believe how rude this guy was.
My mom told me earlier he's working in a music store. So, when I drove home I looked in.
Well, I don't have to tell you that this bastard is a real pussy, I just threatend him a little bit like 'Yeah man whats your problem??? Leave my mom alone' and stuff and he showed me the white feather.
That idiot haven't got in touch with my mom since then and she doesn't know anything about this incident.
It's for the best I guess
I'm 32 years of age and for the past few years my desire to have sex with my mother has grown stronger. She is 53 shortwith a bit of curves that makes her look a bit chubby. At a stage when i was still in the house 18 to 20 years of age she use to undress infront of me. She would leave the bathroom door open when she peed even when she bathed. Not covering up i could see her nice c cup breasts small nipples and her bush covering so i couldnt see properly. But still caught glimpse here ant there of her. At that time i didnt think of her in a sexual way so i just looked as a male of that age. Until the one day when without thinking when she stood naked infront of me again busy getting clothes i reached out and touched her breast to take of something stuck on the side of her breast. I placed my hand on her breast and and moved it over to the side to wipe it off. She stopped with what she was trying to take out the cupboard looked over to me as i had my hand on her breast. I had my hand on her breast for a few seconds as i enjoyed what i felt when i touched it. She asked what i was doing and i said just getting that of and she than said that i shouldnt enjoy it to much as she is my mother and with that said i notice that her nipples got longer and hard. Which my hand immediately went and touch her nipple. She made a noise i couldnt make out and suddenly got uncomfortable. Pushed my hand of her breast and said that's enough. Since that day i have been wondering more and more how the rest of her must feel like. A couple of months later after that day she caught me pants on the ground busy helping myself. Both of us froze and she looked at my hard cock in my hand and i couldnt help but look her up and down she had her see through nighties on and i could see her nipples as hard as that day. She turned around and went back to her room i thought she is going to tell my dad but till this day not a word. But ever since than she hasnt been naked infront of me like it use to be. No if i see her naked i accidentally walked in. I know she is my mother and the feeling i have to have sex with her isnt normal. Thing is i have been wondering what will happen if i just tell her straight forward how i feel what will happen.
#lust #sex #family #mother #confessions
I told my parents that I would go on a camping trip with some of my class mates.
In fact, I'm flying to Amsterdam with my long-term secret boyfriend to smoke some weed and stuff.
I hope they don't find out.
Every time I get drunk I become insatiably horny. It doesn't much matter who for, I'm not straight. But especially when I'm drunk what I really would love is a good hard cock -- or several. Several. All around me, in every hole. Kissed and adored and wanted and cum and mm. I can only keep from going to my ex about half the time when I'm drunk because he is the best sex I have ever had and is always more than happy to indulge whatever I want that he can safely give. He's so damn good and all I can think of is having sex with him when I'm drunk.
#alcohol #lust #sex #cum #confessions
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