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I stalk my girlfriends ex boyfriend she talked so much about him I fell in love with him and began looking at his social medias I believe that's how you say it . And I masterbate to him and I see his name everywhere and think of him all the time his name is Mark
I put 95% of the effort with people I consider friends. I realize now that I don't really have that many people in my life who care enough to check in.
#lonely #friendship #life #alone
I have a very special bound with my ex. He still loves me, I think I still love him and we often spend sometimes together. However, he asked me to not have any kind of affair with any of his friends.
So last month I fucked his best friend.
A long, unforgivable fuck.
I feel like a bitch and he feels like a piece of shit and we both know that if my ex discover the truth he is gonna to beat us half to death.
Oh, and I also kisses hid other best friend two years ago, but I guess a kiss is now a minor inconvenience.
2/2 of his best friends. Am I a slut or he can't choose good friends?
My husband and I were in bed talking about our pasts. He told me all his girl friends and his first wife had cheated on him. He told me everything, I listened, asked about what they did and how he felt. I noticed how his breathing increased. I hugged him to feel better. I noticed he was hard, like really hard. I touched him, wrapping my fingers around him. I looked deep into his eyes and suddenly I realized something important and asked, “Do you want me to be like them and cheat too?” -FHwife
#cuckold #cheating #willing #confession #lust #temptation #discovery #hotpast #girlfriends
I took pictures at a cemetry with my sister and her friend. It was just a bit of fun we werent trying to hurt anyone's feeling or anything like that. I posted the pictures on facebook so my family could see them. then like 10 minutes later my uncle called me and told me that was socaily uniceptible so I took them down and deleted them from my phone. now I feel bad about taking the pictures and wish I never had taken them.
I pretend that I’m happy by taking pictures of myself hiding in tons of makeup because I gained lots of weight because I’m an alcoholic. Any addiction or obsession I will latch onto so I don’t have to feel unless it’s pleasure. I avoid, hide and conform from and to others so I don’t have to be in control of any situation. I’m a follower, a fraud and a horrible friend.
I ghost when things become to real for me which in turn ruins many relationships both good and bad. I ghosted my best friend because he called me out on my bs. He says it’s what real friends do and he’s right. I guess I was never a real friend because I vanish when things become too tough for me and I hide behind makeup to attempt to look good like I once was. I’ll drink, get high or sleep with whomever to escape the fraud that I am.
#fraud #avoidance #hide #friendship
Im a mother of 2 and ive secluded myself from my friends. None of my friends know that i have kids and that im married.
My roommates are so angry. Some love Trump. Some love Obama. I can get along with them when they are separate. But when they all choose to try to eat together it briefly starts our pleasant. Then they are yelling at each other. I’m like wow. How do I leave this area of the house.
I hate being old & divorced. Someone else owns everything I ever worked for. I have to endure this.
I actually like all but one of them. That one I can only tolerate. Too angry.
But they don’t like each other. There relatives or friends show up & its Trump & Obama. They all think Biden is an idiot by the way; but will win. None of them like or respect Biden. So strange that we are fixing to elect someone no one I know likes or respects. Even the ones who show up & seem to be socialists think Biden is incompetent. But they hate Trump.
I’m tired of politics. I don’t care. I don’t want to talk about it.
I don’t care are global cooling; warming, or whatever they call it now. I don’t care about asteroids or hemorrhoids. I don’t care that rich entertainers are mad or having sex with farm animals. I don’t care that some royalty person from another country married someone from the ghettos & they are making commercials together. I don’t care that some fat director craps in front of his assistants.
I don’t even want to know the details. Why are you angry that Trump has orange skin & corns on his feet. Why are you angry that Obama was a foreign exchange student & had bi sex while high on coke in college. Why do you care that an asteroid may hit us. Why are you worried about a hurricane that’s hitting another country. Why do you care in we faked the moon landing.
I’ll admit; the whole alien thing does intrigue me. But that’s only because I saw some weird flying craft up close. I used to build stuff for space. I’m very smart. I’m still trying to figure out how some of that tech works. Let me inside of one & I might figure it out.
I don’t think it’s space aliens. I think it’s secret tech. But we are way ahead of where I though we were. But I can’t have intelligent conversations with these people because now one is telling me she was abducted. I listened to her story. It’s illogical. Either she’s lying or confused.
I’ll prove that with one of the other abduction stories I’ve heard. Please pay attention.
Very smart college educated dude claims he was driving down road at 1am. UFO appears over car. It stops. Lights stay on. He is beamed up.
Well my IQ is so high I can explain all of that.
He is now in space on a giant ship. For many hours they test him & ask him questions in his own mind. OK. Possible. I can explain that.
He’s took back. Blacks out as he’s put back in his car. He wakes up. Car door is open. Lights on. Engine off. He cranks car. Goes home. Sneaks in so parents don’t see him before 5 am. Goes to bed.
He really believes that happened. However; I’m smarter than nearly any person on earth. I catch things others miss. Now I’m old & senile. But I see flaws. I have driven that very same stretch of road. During the exact same time frame as he described. During the same hours. I’ve lived in the same area of each city during my life. I was leaving the same place at nearly the exact same time. Going to basically the same place. I passed his stop point before reaching mine.
It’s a very busy highway by day. By night there are endless big trucks always in the right lane he used. There are constant lone cars & big trucks either passing or speeding in the left. State troopers are hiding there every day & night because it’s a deadly area & perfect place to hand out tickets. It is an endless series of going up & down steep little hills. With tight curves thrown in. You had better get some speed up going down the hill or you are crawling at the top of the next. Trucks are endlessly getting stuck in the left & trying to pass the other in the right while both suddenly bottom out to under 25. While you were doing 70 moments before. Hiding on the steep drop offf edges in tall grass are troopers. You never know where or when. Sometimes a few. Sometimes a whole lot. It’s like a bunch of sharks waiting to be fed by divers.
You want to speed. But there’s never been a time you made it thru all those hills without seeing a cop.
Not to mention you can come over those hills at 2am & suddenly have both lanes blocked by tractor trailers doing 10 mph. You had better pay attention.
So this guy claims his car stopped at the bottom of one of those hills. His headlights are on. He’s in right lane. Drivers door is open into left lane (oh. If you try to go off edge of road you have like one foot of extra pavement, then a steep fall off into a ditch; rocks, trees. You don’t ever want to go beyond the line doing more than 10. In parts you can’t go over at all). So how would someone pass him at speed or even slow without hitting his door? It’s in the lane. These are tight lanes.
Every truck has a CB. They are going to warn each other. The cops are going to hear that & probably be called. Cops are endlessly going up & down the same stretch too.
He says his car rolled to stop. He stared at the craft as it lowered. Etc. He came back. Slept for a while. Woke up groggy & confused. Tried to start his car. Battery was drained. Kept trying. Got it started. Shut door. Went home. In bed Freire 5 when parents wake up. Left at other end at 1, 4 hrs earlier.
The entire time as slow & stop; then awaken drowsy & then start car & go, no one ever passes him. I have made that exact same drive in same lanes & times & days hundreds of times. There’s never a time that’s possible. The rest of the world doesn’t stop going & coming to work; stop transporting goods & handing out tickets to out of state truckers, just because aliens chose to abduct you that day. Even they must be in our reality to interact with us. I’ll try to view this as a scientist with an open mind. I have a great imagination. But we must agree some laws must be observed. Such as common sense.
Then there’s this problem. I was driving a German sports car. He was driving an old Yugo. I can haul ass up & down hills. I used to race cars on a very small level. I know how to get up & down the hills & around the corners. I also know where the fuzz are most likely to be. This means I speed often within reason & slow so as not to get tickets. I worked with this guy. He was still driving the same car since it was a recent event. Every day when we left he left immediately. I chatted with friends. Then left. A short distance down the road I’d zoom right past him. Dude never made speed limit. People got mad cause he often wasn’t even 5 under. One of those old Church lady drivers. Young dude. Still learning how to drive. Said he had same habits before this happened. Oh did I mention I’m very highly educated. Lots of degrees in science & hight tech stuff. I started working in an engineering firm as an associate at 16. But I also hunt & fish; married a cheerleader. I’m not a nerd or goober. I’ve never touched drugs or alcohol. I’m from a military & space research family.
So I averaged about 73 mph hr covering the same stretch of road in same time frame. It took me roughly 2 hrs from his start to end point. It’s a long tedious drive. You only make it if you insist on living in that rural area, while attending college or working in that high tech place with all the jobs.
So he leaves a friends house at one. This dude never hits 50 mph. Ever that I saw. He’s slowly creeping up endless steep grades. Nervously gong down steep grades. Comes to a stop at one bottom. Studies a UFO. Gets beamed up. Spends hours in holding; talking; tests. Is transported back. Gets beamed down. Takes a nap. Wakes up. Clears his head. Eventually gets car to start. Slowly drives home groggy. Gets in bed before 5am.
Now as a science driven person I took it serious for two reasons. I have put my hand on what the Navy now calls a Tic Tac. I spent over 30 minutes studying it from every angle & looking inside. I can explain a lot of what I saw because I’m very smart. I can’t explain some of the tech I saw. Because I’ve never heard of such things. I’d need access & time to study & test it to figure out how it works. So here was a very smart person going to college in a tech field. He seemed honest & sincere every day. No none-sense person. He claimed to have been in a craft.
Cool. Someone who has been inside. Now we are talking.
He had no tech data to share. Just interaction with aliens. See that bothers me. My mind would have sucked in all the details. All I get out of this intelligent person who at work is very observant & mechanically inclined is info on grays. Can’t describe the instruments or tests. Yet he paid attention to the technical details of our machines on his first day. I would know. I trained everyone. He was far above what we usually got. Half of our people were either ex military; or in college. The other half not so much. Someone has to do the tedious unskilled stuff.
So I got him to open up because I’ve always been intrigued by that tic tac me & half the street stared at in the 70’s. I never talked about it for two reasons. 1) only a handful of people would grasp what I saw. 2) you don’t talk about such things if you want certain jobs. You can’t expect to advance in life if you talk about crazy stuff. My military family & people I’ve rubbed elbos with have heard about or seen odd stuff too. But you don’t talk about it. We’ve also seen secret high tech stuff. You don’t talk about that stuff.
I always assumed that was just some of our high tech. I could see a military base from where I stood after all. Members of my extended family have invented stuff for the space program. I know we know stuff we can’t tell you. To keep you safe & keep a small standing military we must keep a tech edge. It’s vital to you staying alive. We go fight in the wars. So it really matters to us too. You can’t trust many foreign governments no matter what the far left tells you. We must live in harsh reality so you can live in a euphoric fantasy land within your mind. They have high tech you don’t know about either. We all must have secrets. They spend a lot of money & efforts influencing idiots here to try to help them steal our tech. They have people in our colleges & industries working us over daily. Most of you just lack the IQ to fully grasp that. That’s OK. But remember. There are nations that would team up & rapidly invade this nation if they thought they could pull it off. They constantly plot such things.
They’ve been planning it since WWII ended. They just can’t find a way. They have also been attempting to overthrow us from within for a long time. They actually are behind the whole socialist on campus movement that started in the 60’s. All you really have to do is play on fears. You had colleges full of rich kids taking every class possible to dodge the Nam draft. If they got educated enough they didn’t have to serve. They’d take their drugs & live in fear of death. Blaming us for the real war images they finally saw on TV was easier than blaming the enemy. If they protested enough they could stop us from fighting so they wouldn’t have to go. They had no way of stopping the socialists. Fear causes you to find a way to survive. The socialist spies just used that fear.
I laughed my butt off when the USSR put down their guns for the cameras. They were far behind in tech. Slave labor isn’t as inspired as free people. Clinton sent China our high tech. Now we have the socialists caught back up.
You do realize this pandemic either accidentally walked out of one of China’s labs; or this is a simple test by them to see how we react don’t you? Oh we have to pretend it came from a wet market accidentally to keep the lemmings calm. For society to function we cant have panic. But let’s pretend it was innocent. There’s nothing innocent about how their government suppressed & hid how easily the virus spreads. At the very least if we pretend to believe this is all innocent we must accept that socialism is very dangerous because the ruling elite has the power to hide the truth & do not care that a pandemic is killing so many people worldwide.
Argue if you chose. But I saw it coming. By the time y’all woke up I had a large collection of high end N95’s; face shields; gloves; germ x; toilet paper; dried & canned food; frozen meat. I was wearing my ppe & picking off hours to shop long before they told you too.
I knew they’d have to delay telling you to wear masks because Bill Clinton put most of your PPE lines overseas. They needed to save what they could grab for hospitals.
You’ll be happy to know I got high level PPE in bulk at discounted prices before this hit.
People were laughing as I made trips over & over to clean out every bodies cheap store brand toilet paper before this hit. My house; attic; garage; shed looks like a big box store. My ex thought I was going insane when I filled up every corner with stuff. I asked her am I ever wrong. She said well every once in while. But usually not. Precisely. When we dated I told her when & how the World Trade Center would come down. Within certain perimeters of course. It was obvious after the failed attempt when Clinton was in office. People like me can see this stuff coming. But we can’t get people like you to listen. And if we could you’d panic & run around like crazy people. No offense.
Well I need some sleep. Time to eat. I’ll tell you this though. If they don’t get a vaccine in the next 5 months I’m going to have to go buy toilet paper & paper towels. I’m hoping by then the stores will be stocked & prices reasonable. Have canned meat went up? I limit my shopping. I do know meat has. You can only shove so much cheap chicken & ground meat in those freezers. I do have a mountain of canned meats & dried beans. I think I over did that. Not to mention the canned vegetables; fruit; rice. My bed still has that crap piled up around it.
My nephew got tickled. This is no joke. Over my head are two samurai swords. I’m very good with both hands. I just reached & touched my AK 47 & pump German shotgun. Now with the other hand I just touched my 45; Kevlar vest; night vision, & helmet. Jungle boots & camo are right there. I have a loaded backpack with extra clips & first aid ready to grab. Under my bed is an M16; & other toys.
A K bar is under my pillow. I sleep with a hand on it sometimes without meaning to. It’s covered of course.
I laugh at myself. But growing up this stuff was drilled into me by vets. Must always be ready. In fairness I do live on a small mountain in thick woods. We have some big wild animals that show up. I once woke up to a deadly snake in my room.
I’ve had to kill a deadly snake that one of my toddlers was suddenly beside. You either are prepared or your kid may die.
I remember being a teen. Wild dogs suddenly burst out of the trees. We’re they chasing an animal? The neighbors kids? I quickly grabbed my rifle & started shooting. My neighbors reacted fast & soon joined in. I was trying to take out all the lead dogs fast. Then the closet to the woods. I got at least 3. Multiple people shooting at very long range. Well it was there field. But I was very long range. About 250 yards for me. Which is what slowed me. Long shots for that rifle. But I reached the woods before they. They got into thick stuff after I started shooting them in there. So I had to pull my blade & do close work. Not sure if we got them all.
City people would cry. Oh the poor animals. Well those predators would eat those same morons whining. I have pets. I’ve given money to save endangered species. I’m part Native American. I live in balance with nature. But I’m not going to leave something that can kill my neighbors children. Do you worry about the big city where street gangs & high cholesterol is your biggest worry.
I’ll worry about keeping my family safe.
Rock on. I am Iron Man. Time to eat. Lift to Oz. And get moving.
I'm so sorry, I have sinned.
All of my friends are drug addict, all BUT ME.
And now listen: I reported you all to the police!!
You dumb addicts!
I am afraid to tell anyone I am lesbian. For years I have denied it, because I always second guess myself, and because I have never dated anyone I have just lied about it. I am stuck and miserable, my family already tries to shove God at me whenever they can. I am afraid of the reactions my friends would have. I feel so alone in this right now, I pretend to be interested in guys just so my family wont find out, because I know it'll all go to shit once they do. I am being judged by the people in my life that say who I am is disgusting, and they don't even know they are directing it at me. It fucking sucks, and I feel like lying is the only choice I have now.
#lies #lesbian #confession #family #friends #alone #fear #judgement
i lied to someone (and a few other people) online about my age for technically years now because i was insecure and thought i was too young, and i have to come clean sometime soon because i want to play that game again. :(
I confess that I'm only still friends with my "best friend" because we wanted to travel to New York this spring. Her uncle is super rich, got a big house and he's paying the flight.
Awesome!
I'm best friends with my ex boyfriend but my current boyfriend doesn't know about it and he shouldn't find out because he hates M. so much for hiting me while we were together. I can't like without M., so I will meet with him in secret and I won't tell anyone.
I'll admit it: I'm human and I get so envious of others and how much is going on in their lives and I hate myself for it. I hate that I even have these feelings in the first place because my life is my own and I have made the choices I have made that have led me to today. No one else made them for me and for the most part, my life really isn't that bad. I don't need to have the biggest and the best house, job, car, etc... I've got somewhere to live, a nice enough car, a cat, plenty of wine and a decent job. What more should I want for besides someone to share my life with and maybe some actual friends? I'm working on it!
In the end it just feels like it's not enough when my sister comes over and I get so angry at myself because normally I like my life and who I am and it's not her fault that she makes me feel jealous and stupid. I should be the bigger person and just let this go but she seems to be a like a storm: something that just comes along with all it's thunder and lightning and their's nothing you can do to halt it's approach. It's a cycle and by the time she leaves or I leave every time we get together, I almost feel like I'm in physical pain from the press of holding my emotions in check. I always end up balling like a pathetic idiot just to release some of the tension. Often I have trouble breathing. It's almost like a panic attack is induced or something and I just don't get it.
To give you some background, my sister is two years younger than me and 20 kilos lighter. I'd probably say I am the prettier of the two of us even if I am overweight although she has a nicer smile and definitely knows how to dress. We grew up in a small town and I was the only farm girl in my year group with the other 9 girls being town girls. It was just two different worlds. I grew up liking the outdoors and using my imagination but the townies liked sitting around and gossiping about boys and clothes, etc. My sister on the other hand, had four other girls her age who grew up on farms and they all became fast friends. I went through school going from friend to friend and as a result, my social skills are somewhat lacking. Don't worry, that's not the case so much these days but I just don't get people like she does and despite trying to be a laid back person, I just seem to be so sensitive. I can't handle it when people let me down or don't live up to my expectations. It also doesn't help that we have so many of the same interests. We worked for similar companies, we both like reading, writing, art, cooking and sewing. I feel like I can never be an individual and I am too embarrassed to show any of my artwork to my family who scorned the fact that I like(d) manga & anime when I was younger and still do. I am the black sheep of the family and if my own parents and siblings judge me for my tastes so much then other people outside the family certainly will. However she likes country music which is still in the 'safe' category. She gets teased for being into it but she doesn't get scorned whereas a lot of people in Western society see an anime episode and just see it as a cartoon when many animes can be very violent and for adults only. I don't like them for being cartoons alright. I like then because I like entertainment. I'll watch/read almost anything but I particularly like anime because it is not as constrained as Western stories/cartoons. It mixes my two favourite mediums together after all: stories and art. But no, apparently I am childish and immature when I'd probably say I am MORE mature simply because I have broadened my horizons and I am interested in all sorts of areas.
Moving along: she met her future husband when she was 19 and that was it. She's married a lovely man in a beautiful ceremony and now she's six weeks out from having her first child. Her life isn't perfect by any means but she couldn't have asked for a more wonderful start. She lives in a brand new, enormous house on a massive farm. She's rich and she has horses, dogs, a cat, a big garden and an amazing car and she's only 25. There's no doubt about it: she knows what she wants in life and she gets it. Not only that, she's really pretty and can flirt like there's no tomorrow. She is a great conversationalist and always the centre of attention. She's confident and self assured. Guys are always hitting on her. She even told me that a workman from a neighbouring farm hit on her last week and she's married and 7 1/2 months pregnant!!! What the heck?!
It's no wonder I feel fat, frumpy and tongue tied when she's around. Our conversation largely consists of her and her life and her calling me a dag because apparently I have an odd sense of humour. So what if I'm quirky? So what if I haven't had a boyfriend (and god knows if I ever will since my flirting skills suck so much - I'm shy alright! That doesn't mean I won't say yes if you ask me! Why should I have to ask? Not all girls have to be confident because surely not all guys find that sexy?) We talk about her all the time and how great her sex life is and how much of a pain it is to be pregnant. You know some of us are terrified that we're going to end up alone and never have any children of our own! And if I dare complain about it's the same old, "well you just need to be more confident and flirt. Nothing will come to you if you don't put yourself out there." Yeah well I don't want to simper and fawn! I want to meet someone who will talk with me and make me feel comfortable. I am shy and I don't want to be rushed into something and expected to have sex on the first date. I don't like touching someone as a form of flirting because frankly I'd be a little alarmed if some guy did that to me the first time we met and started talking. She never asks me what's going on in my life and she's constantly making me feel like an idiot because she always has such a tremendously strong opinion that you doubt yourself and start believing that maybe she is right.
I don't like her freakin friend okay! (Something we argue about more than anything else) And I am effin' entitled to my opinion! She's a horrible person who has upset all the other friends in their social circle and my sister still can't see it. This person didn't come to the hen's night and on the wedding night, after I had given my speech, she decided to upstage me by doing her own speech. She tried to make it look like she wasn't getting up on her soap box by making the other two bridemaids get up there with her - one of which was quite drunk and going through some horrible family issues and all three of them made terrible speeches. And then, my sister blames the drunk one and says how dare she do that on my sister's wedding night instead of caring about how much her friend is hurting. I mean, who does that? Yes, your wedding is a very special day and your friends should leave their problems at home but life happens and I can't believe she can be so on the side of one friend (who everyone else hates) and so mad at another who has been a far longer friend and had a lot of things going on in her life and was dragged into making a speech that she never should have had to make.
In the end it is so humiliating to be jealous of her and I am trying so hard to be me and improve in my own way and I should be grateful to have advice from her (or so everyone and my conscious keeps telling me) but you know what? I don't freakin' want any of it!!! I don't want these feelings and I just want to be me. I want to be able to see her and not have a complete meltdown. Is that too much to ask for? I want to have a few of my own wins in life and I want to freakin do it myself! I don't need advice from someone who's basically got lucky. Yeah I admit I thought and probably still think I am smarter and more widely read than her. I admit that I did better in school than her and thought that I was always better than her and I freakin hate that I even thought that in the first place because I never thought I was that type of person. I hate myself and I hate that I do that as well and that I am so freakin hard on myself. I just wish my chaotic thoughts would take a backseat for a change and leave me the alone because you know what? Life is meant to be enjoyed and not endured and right now I just can't figure out how to enjoy it at all. I don't want to feel like I am struggling because I want to feel like I am being challenged and I want to enjoy the journey instead of constantly feeling exhausted by my feelings.
#jealous #sister #friends #sad #upset #panic #attack #meltdown #envious #envy #my #life #hate #myself
Hi, I’m 15 and this is my confession. This girl at my school (we used to be friends until she backstabbed me), she turned some of my friends against me to the point where they act like I’m some deadly disease. I know sh eturned them against me because she’s done the same thing before, but with other old ‘friends’ of mine. She likes making my life hell. Whenever I vent about how she’s making my life hell, I just start imagining her dying and feeling (happy I guess). I know I shouldn’t even be thinking that, but I hate her so much, my brain just decide to please itself with her dying and suffering for everything she’s put me through. She always describes me as the devil even though she is. I don't know I guess imaging her going through pain and suffering is a beautiful painting to me. I know I seem like a psycho talking like this. But, I can’t talk to anyone about this, so yeah.
My confession is... I have lots of sleepover... Not only that but I'm an early bird and night owl (Means I wake up early and sleep late) so i don't can easily stay awake all night which u always so cos I don't like sleeping infront of other ppls families etc... But, they are neither, they go to sleep at 7pm and wake up at 11/12 in the morning... The entire family does..
My curiosity is... How can u sleep that long, even with school starting again soon?
29/08/16 (school starts 05/09/16)
My friends got me in a strip club. I made to the stage and stripped. I was made lots of money in a short time with lots of attention and loved by all. The experience was stimmulating and surreal. Now I have learned I am pregnant from just that one man that one night. From rich to broke.
#friends #stripper #preagnant #horny #sex #young #rich #broke
I dont understand my behaviour sometimes so nice to people sometimes so rude
I myself want someone to stay with me but then again my behaviour doesnt let me ...
No more friends they dont like me as m fatty nd wheatish complexion but topper in class nd belong to very well settled family
I kissed my best friend’s crush last night. Well, technically he kissed me I suppose. But I didn’t exactly stop him and I feel bad because I definitely wanted it 😳💋
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