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I still love her and can't let her go. I need to though because she has fallen for another person... This is my final prayer, please find happiness, and I will find it as well...
If we ever meet again,
be it on better terms...
#heartbreak #love #loss
I am in a relationship with this guy who's from a different religion.. we're in love and our families are definitely not gonna accept this. Both of us have set our priorities, and our families come above everything. So, we've decided to split in a few years peacefully, to marry someone our families choose for us, for their sake. The thing that bothers is that I've never loved a guy before him, and am not quite sure of how to move on after this or whether i will be able to at all. I just don't know anything at all now and it's scary.
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 hurt my sister by my words my actions. For few incident she blames me well I know I was thinking for her welfare only but still she thinks I m reason to cause her pain. I wish I did things in better way so she could understand my intention. I have temper issue and when anyone blame me and hurt my feelings I just start hurting them by my words. I wish I could be better sister and understood ans handle my relationship with her in better way. My biggest guilt is she thinks her life is miserable because of me. I hope one day she will be truely happy so I can be free from this guilt.
I had my first kiss with a girl named Britni. It was amazing. Sadly her mom found out and she isn’t allowed to ever see me again.. she was my everything. I lost a piece of me.
This did embarrass me so bad. In my karate class I had to spar against an six year old boy. I am a 16, a girl and a orange belt. He was a black belt but I figured he was six so I would go easy.
Well as soon as our teach said start he socks my in my soft exposed gut. I double over to my knees.then I see a tiny foot landing on my face knocking back on my big butt. I was dazed.
He was about to kick me again but the teacher stopped it. Lucky me.
I felt so fat cuz my belly wobbled when he punched me. That made me think I eat too much.
How do I fix myself? I don’t want to break another heart. I can’t fix the hearts I’ve broken. I can’t fix my heart. Life would be easier if I was like most men & just didn’t care. But it deeply hurts me to know I hurt others. To see someone hurting & know I did that. All my muscles & good looks won’t fix this.
Whenever I am bored, I call a random number and as soon as someone picks up I sing the song "My heart will go on" by Celine Dion. So much fun!!!
I am pregnant.
I let my boyfriend cum inside me just because. When we found out I talked about abortion. He wont pay for me to get one. Neither will my parents.
I dont want a baby. Maybe I kinda sorta thought I did. Im 12 weeks in. Ive heard the heartbeat and I just..i just dont want it. Honestly Im kind of hoping that something happens and I miscarry so I dont have to deal with it. I could also get more attention and sympathy that way.
I have smoked weed while I knew I was pregnant. I also took Robotussin and Mucinex DM to robotrip. I still smoke cigs when I can. Because.well. i just dont care.
Its not that i dont care about my baby, i dont care about anyone, really. Thats something ive realized reading these confessions. I just like attention and doing what I want. I dont really care who I hurt. I know Ive manipulated people on purpose but it just doesnt really get to me. I think that now once Ive realized this and harnessed my true power I will take it to the extreme.
Before when I did things I really did feel bad..but now I dont care. At all.
I dont want forgiveness. I dont want to change either, honestly.
#baby #abortion #pregnant #heartless #careless #mom #mother #teen #manipulative
Back in Middle School, I was so nervous as I was taking my next step after leaving Elementary School and going to Middle School .I was so nervous being around people that I never went to Elementary School with and what made me even more nervous was changing in the locker room for Gym Class.
So changing for Gym was required but we was allowed to bring our own Gym Clothes than have an outfit given to us to which I always brought a t-shirt and shorts in the summer and spring and a t-shirt, and track pants in the fall and winter. However I want to share my first time changing for gym class in the Boy's Locker Room.
I had just turned 12 Years Old at the at the start of the School Year and compared to show I look now I was about 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighed about 140 Pounds in 6th grade and had short brown hair and wore glasses so yes I was a skinny nerd. I was very self conscious and the thought of changing my clothes and the possibility of being seen in my underwear around other guys made me feel uncomfortable at the time especially since it was a requirement and if we didn't bring our Gym Clothes we would lose points on our grades.
I was still nervous but our Gym Teacher told us that we did not half to take showers which was a relief to me because I also hated the idea of being naked around others especially if someone might steal my clothes leaving me to go naked around School. If anything I would rather be naked at home, but being in my underwear around others would soon become a different story.
The Day came where we all had to change for Gym Class and I brought my Gym clothes a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and I was about to go in and change out of the clothes I wore that day which was a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. So I enter the locker room still feeling nervous but I knew I had to do it so I tried to toughen up as I began to see my classmates strip down to their boxers and socks and I actually felt a bit hard at seeing my fellow classmates now wearing boxers and socks as I began to feel slightly hard and now I realized what I had to do.
So I took a deep breath and untied my shoes before I grabbed a hold of my shirt and began to take my shirt off and reveal my belly and back although I am not sure if anyone noticed me changing since everyone was all focused on themselves. Then I kicked my shoes off as I then propped my legs on the bench because the moment of truth was at hand, I was about to expose my underwear in school. Keep in mind this is much different than exposing my dick when taking a piss in the bathroom so I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper and then tugged at my jeans and slowly pulled my jeans down my legs exposing my underwear for the first time.
Then I finally took my jeans off and I was now sitting wearing a pair of white briefs and socks. At first I was embarrassed but as I looked down at my skinny legs with my knees bending as I soon felt my dick get hard and nearly came through my briefs and didn't want my dick to be exposed and as I sat for a few minutes in just my underwear and socks to try to soak in the moment as I then put my gym clothes on as it was getting close to time for Gym Class to begin.
Then as Gym Class would come to an end, we all went back into the locker room to change back into our school clothes. Now that I have confidence after changing gym clothes for the first time I untied and took off my shoes, pulled down my shorts, and took off my shirt revealing my briefs and socks again and sat for about a few minutes before putting my clothes on.
Since then I had gotten used to being in my underwear to the point where I would strip down to my underwear and socks when I would come home from school and I would sit on my knees as a form of meditation. It's how I prepare myself for Gym Class and changing for Gym Class.
As the School Year went on and as I got in my underwear and socks when changing for gym Class I remember sometimes messing around with everyone in the locker room. I remember Wrestling with some of my friends and having one of the bigger kinds lift me over their shoulder. I also remembered getting shirt snapped on my legs as it would hurt but at the same time I was actually enjoying getting this type of treatment in my underwear and socks.
Has anyone ever felt nervous when changing for Gym Class back in School and did you ever get bullied or embarrassed while changing for Gym Class?
It’s not a confess but I want some help. I’m a 19 year-old Middle Eastern girl who loves a 27 year-old Brazilian guy whom I met online in December 2018. He travels a lot and he sometimes talks about traveling to my country and meet me. I love him as I mentioned above but he never mentioned that he loves me or not he just told me twice that he “admires me” and told me once that he doesn’t feel the age gap between us, nothing more. The problem is that I understand that we are so different to be together, for example I follow a religion while he doesn’t and the cultural differences of course. What should I do with this love?
I'm a 21 year old gay male. Decent looking.
Anyway this starts all the way back in elementary school, I always felt different. I was the odd kid out and often picked on but if you were to look at me there would be no obvious reason. I was clean, looked normal but I was always off, this is when the horrible pattern started. I had met this kid, let's call him Cody, anyway we hit it off at first when school started because he was the new kid and I was a loner and we bonded over just running around at recess because neither of us liked sports (or ever were invited to play) and the swing set. As the year went on I thought everything was fine and normal, his mom even started volunteering at the school to serve snacks for the students which had given me a chance to meet his mom which I thought was great until i got pulled into the office one day. I was told that I was being suspended for harassing another student, it turns out Jake was deeply afraid of me and my vivid imagination, so afraid that he had pretended to be my friend so he wouldn't get hurt. His mom volunteered at the school to even keep an eye on me so she can see for herself what was going on. That's when I really knew something was wrong with me and what sickens me is that this exact same pattern of me finding one person and developing a dangerous fixation on them, my intent is never to harm them but I do... never physically but I'm so insecure in everything about myself. I need to pick a fight with them just to know that they care enough to argue back. I make up a sad story or suicide attempt to see how much they love me. I constantly push these boundaries to test how much they will take and if they will hurl me out of their lives too. This pattern has slowed down but not in a healthy way, ive now turned to opiates to give me that feeling of euphoria I would get when someone would say something nice to me or give me a hug. I'm up to about 160-200 mg of oxycodone use a day which I guess is enough to kill someone without a tollerance and everyday I wish I wouldn't wake up from my nod. When this isn't enough I turn to casual sex on grindr just so I can still feel sexy and desired, I never use condoms because I hope I get HIV, that'll kill me in a few years if I don't treat it hopefully. Oh I should also mention that the only person that ever loved me unconditionally no matter how bad I got died of cancer when I was 19, the same time my "fiancé" left me. He was actually pretty good at dealing with my crazy, he knew how to work around it but after losing my mom I got really bad. Wanna know what's funny? I have a high paying job! I'm really smart and manipulative so I was able to cheat a resume and land a 30$ an hour job, I just pretended I knew what was going on lol I've even bought a car recently. I have this random peaks of energy and sanity I think where I set a goal and then I work hard to acheieve it, all while hiding a drug addiction. This isn't easy to do but any addict can tell you that they'll figure something out to push them through the day. As you can see this is so haphazardly written because this is how my brain works, I'm never on a single path and do you want to know the sickest thing that torments me the most in my life? I love. I love so hard. I love everyone and everything. All I want to do is love each and every person on this earth and i know that I have enough compassion in my heart to go around to each one of you but with my deadly desire to be desired like that in return all I do is hurt anyone who crosses my path. I've stopped now. I even got on methadone to start saving up a chunk of money for my family and entered the methadone clinic who dose me every morning before work, then I go to my office, milk the fuck out of the clock, go home, pop some xanax or whatever drug I can get my hands on because I have stockpiled fake pee for the UA's and pass the fuck out. On my days off it's just a blur of some type of intoxication. The beauty of this is, I'm no longer harming anyone, I tell my family I'm just dedicated to my career and they believe me because they see the new diesel (used 2011) Ford Dually I bought. I'm not in emotional pain for the lack of not having human interactions. My account is growing slowly but since I don't pay rent I can put almost half my monthly income into savings. I've written a list of the names of all the people I've hurt and for each name is a letter telling them everything that's beautiful about them. In 6 more months (if my body can hold up to my downers at night and daytime stimulants) I'll leave on a positive note with my dads debt paid off and my brother a newer truck which he should be able to make the payments on with the way I got the loan set up. Fuck you guys I'm so sorry I've failed you all. I was supposed to be the one to take every tear and change it for you... there has never been a time when my compassion didn't bring joy to someone's face, in fact that's the only thing that's kept me here this long. Kill me if you want and can find out who posted this, it would help. Today is January 7th.. late July and the toxic creature that has infected our existence as a species will enter the void of nothingness. Damnit, I was supposed to be something so beneficial. Anyway, bye babes. You have my love - mine is not to reason why, yours is not to make reply for I am to do and die.
#insanity #death #suicide #fear #addiction #abandonment #loss
I'm a 16 year old male (for real; I'm not trying to bait anyone, or anything). I've always looked somewhat feminine, taking a lot more after my mom than my dad. When I was younger, I was even occasionally mistaken for a girl. That said, I'm a junior at a fairly progressive high school, and in my Drama class before Winter Break, I played the role of Juliet in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. My Drama teacher is sort of weird. He's also VERY particular about the craft, so I was fully costumed and wore makeup the day of. To top it all off: it was a kiss scene! Now for the confession: my partner, playing Romeo, wanted to do the "thumb trick", where I would end up kissing his thumbs instead of his lips. I said okay, but when the kiss happened at the climax of the scene...I moved his thumbs away! He was really embarrassed, and so was I, but in the moment I felt really compelled to do it. I tried to apologize afterwards, but he just dismissed it...I'm not sure what to do now...
#juliet #shakespeare #drama #highschool #romance #crossdressing #embarrassed #dress #makeup
I am not sure I love my girlfriend anymore. Or if I even loved here in the first place.
I met her when I was in a rather shitty place mentally. I was still in love with my "fuck buddy", but she did not love me and started a relationship with someone else. That hurt. Like deeply.
So, I got together with this chick and she's really wonderful. Sweet, considerate, funny... But I can't get over my "ex". She's in my head 24/7.
We sporadically still text with each other and she always says that she wants to stay friends, but I don't think that I will ever see her again. And that destroys me.
And I am still with this other girl, who sould be THE ONE for me... but she isn't. And I am annoyed when I am around her, I am angry, I am heartbroken... But I can't tell her all those things. We stopped having sex and I think that is my fault.
I don't know what to do. Should I stay with this girl? I am not sure that I truly love her or if I am just with her because my "ex" does not want me?!
I am torn.
#love #confused #heartbroken #whattodo #fuck
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.
During my tween and teen years my father was the Minister of this Church in San Jose, Costa Rica. As part of the compensation both my sister and I went to the local American School. I was twelve, and barely budding and this boy, also twelve asked me if I would show him my tits. He held out a dollar, a dollar was a lot of money then, and we went to this empty classroom and I opened my shirt and pushed up my camisole and he saw my tits. He told a couple of friends and during the afternoon recess I made another five dollars showing my tits. Later, for two dollars I showed them my panties and for five dollars I would let them pull my panties down and they could see and touch my pussy, which at home we called our Titi. I made a lot of money, and in a week I had over fifty dollars. I showed my sister and she made some money too. These local boys liked blond and blue eyed girls. Later after puberty, and with grown tits we charged ten to twenty dollars for intercourse. We made and saved our money, when we returned to Michigan when I was 17 I had over a thousand dollars and my sister over seven hundred. And we had lots of experience.
When I was busted in a prostitution sting my parents were horrified. I offered to pay the cop and he added bribery to the charges. I was sent to county jail for six months for that. While I was in jail my sister made the money. We didn't need college, we moved to Los Angeles and then to Las Vegas and worked for a man who kept us busy with rich men from out of the country. We spoke enough Spanish and were quintessential American girls and we made more money than ever. We paid off our parents' home. "Church Minister takes money from Prostitution", but that headline never came out.
We currently live in the DFW area and own a small business, selling sex paraphernalia online. We have twelve employees and make a good living. People don't want to be seen buying sex toys and things like that, so we ship them out in boxes marked as cosmetics. Most if not all of our clients are women. We don't sell porn.
My hubby got in an accident and was in the hospital in surgery and my landlord came to my bedroom and asked to come in he said if I did not fuck him he would kick me and my husband out and I did not want to have my hubby homeless and recovering from the accident he could not walk so I fucked him and I regret it.
I save money by re-using toilet paper coffee filters and underwear. I wear this underwear for two weeks now, it's still clean enough, why bothering?
I've never confessed this to anyone; but it hurt me when he spoke about him. If he had asked, if he had meant it, I think I might have dropped everything right there to be with him. My friends treated me like a junkie, and I can't even fault them. I lied so much, while all I could think about was. Something. Him. It feels like everything has changed, and I don't know how to feel about it. Is it really possible to get over someone if you still love them? If so, how?
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