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Me and my wife got divorced this year. At court, I showed my fake ID the authorities, but they didn't notice anything. I could have shown them a picture of Daisy Duck and they wouldn't have noticed it.
#divorce #fake #id #authorities
My crush only likes me now because I’m best friends with Brad Pitt and I’m pretty sure he’s bi curious so he probably has a crush on him
anyway
I’m going to LA for a yacht party with Brad and Leo and a few other celebs
And they said I could bring a friend so I’m bringing my crush I’m worried about what is going to happen worst come worst I have Leo and Brad on my side so if my crush starts arguing with the famous celebs I’m friends with because that would be really really embarrassing. I hope Brad doesn’t flirt with my crush tho!!
Every time I tell someone I like them, I start getting anxiety and start crying, even when they haven't said anything. This has caused people whom I liked to reject me, then I break down even more. I believe this all rooted from my first love.
My first love...I'll call him Jay. We were in kindergarten together and here is where I first recognised what the phrase 'crazy in love' was. We were pretty much inseparable, but more like he just didn't have a choice. I was the clingiest 5 year old in the world. I would rarely ever separate from him other than to go to sleep, go to the bathroom, or travel.
Flash forward about 3 years.
I am absolutely CRAZY about him and the way I show my affection is very strange--I hit him and kick him--so much that he goes to school with bruises.
Flash forward again 3 years.
I realise my how unhealthy I truly am. I start having severe anxiety and breakdowns. I decide to confess my infatuation with Jay. I tell him about my feelings and he responds "I know, but I really don't like you. You always hit me." He then walks away. Even 4 years after that, we still aren't separated. I am still in love with Jay, but I manage to keep it under control. At this time I think I am a sophomore in High school. For these past years he had tried to avoid me and eventually he succeeded, but now he tries to have conversations with me and be affectionate. So, now I'M the one who is avoiding him. This almost 10 year crush is speaking to me after 4 years of not speaking at all. I decide to take an exchange program to China and all of my friends are freaking out and telling the whole school.
........Jay is in the program too........
These 'coincidences' mustn't just be in my head.... right?
I can't say exactly how and why but I fool the state and get extra aid money.
I'm depressed and I use porn or sexual innuendos as a coping mechanism. Does it make me happy for those few minutes, yes. Does it help me, well no. It makes the situation even worse.
#sex #depression #porn #stupid
I confess I wish my ex girlfriends mother was dead. She’s a schizo. She practiced black magic, she has no teeth because she pulled them all out. Something witches do. And she’s a terrible person, who’s not even a real mother. I wish I never met her. But goddamned formalities and politeness ends up with me dealing with some stupid..I hate her.
#stupid #witchcraft #bs #bad
I was fooled by a prostitute but I can’t really do anything about it. I’m 44, divorced. My kids visit 3 days a week. And I do have a lot of things I enjoy in my life. But at 44 I’m not going to remarry and to find another partner is so difficult at this age. I met a girl outside of this store near my house. It was late and she approached my car asking for money. She was probably 20 something. But she looked good. Thick thighs and a big booty. But I could tell she was homeless by her cloths. Before I could answer she said she’d fuck me for 50 dollars. It was late and I’ll admit I made a mistake. We drive to my driveway. I wasn’t going to take her inside my home, but she pushed for it. We had sex in my bed. It was such a release I needed, but the guilt was so high after. She let herself out after I gave her the money. But then today I noticed my wallet had been dug through. 170 dollars gone. But what can I do. She knows where I live, and she could expose that I had sex with her to the police. I just wrote it off as a loss. Plus she’s like 20 and to be homeless at 20 having sex with a 44 year old is karma enough. Right?
I'm going to kill myself. I'm not sure when but I can feel my death stalking me every second of the day. I had a stroke at a pretty young age a few years ago. I didn't have any physical residual problems but emotionally I'm fried. I have a constant feeling of dread that lives deep in my gut, something that seems to be stuck inside my esophagus. Sometimes I feel ok, but thoughts of how I'm going to die are never far from my mind. I really want it to end.
I see no way back. I have never fully recovered from nearly dying. Or did Covid do this. I just can’t focus enough to function.
I tried to change. To fix what was broken. I just can’t.
I try to interact with the world and people. I just can’t.
The stress is too much.
How do you get better when your body won’t let you?
I tried to talk to someone. It was useless. I made them mad without meaning too.
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
While lighting off fireworks in the woods one misfired and hit a dry patch, going up in flames, too big to be out out. We hopped in a car and drove 20 min to the closest payphone and called 911 reporting it anonymously. The next day over 600 acres were burning.
I confess that I hate my family. It's because of their tidiness, they don't have one. I showered some hours ago but first I had to remove the huge hair ball which was stuck in the waterpipe. Then I wanted to dry up but I had to find a clean towel first, one without sperm stains on it.
EVERYTHING in this shitty household is dirty, disgusting and gross! I hate it.
when i was 10 i watched my neighbor fuck her boyfriend on the side of their house through my window they were on top of a towel and i watch his dick go in and out of her pussy i played with myself while watching it made my cat so wet and i knew he could see me. a few weaks laterly im hanging out with my older sister at a park my sister left to do some shit and i let dis boy i cannot stand lick my pussy and my neighbors boyfriend saw him licking my pussy and jerked off i never saw him again
I am a 24 year old man with a manly look. But deep inside I want to be a girl and satisfy a man. But in my society it considered as a sin. I wear panties and lowaste pants and kneel in front of stranger men. When they see my panties they look me like a slut and laugh at me. It turns me on. I hope one day one of them treat me as his girl.
Oh you guys do NOT understand how much I hate this fucking shit life. Gosh people annoy me so fucking much, plus I’ve got no friends. UGHHJJ I fucking hate it, you guys just don’t understand words can’t explain how much I hate life NO WORDS. The only good about life is food nothing else. UGHHHHH and I’m not going to kill myself because I still wanna eat, but that’s about all that’s hkeeping me going
I'm praying for a global catastrophe. I've come to the conclusion that billions on this planet are nothing but wastes of humanity. I'm not some doomsday prepper or anything. In fact, if I knew for certain that the world was going to end, I'd just toss a lounge chair and a stocked cooler on my roof, and enjoy the last few days.
Too many fucking whiners exist on the planet. Too many P.C. fuckheads, too many useless wastes. If I, myself, had the ability to, I'd wipe out 98% of the world's population, just to cull the weak.
Three months ago, something embarrassing happened to me. I had the bad habit not to wear underwear. Didn't think about it but then it happened. I was walking across the street and got hit by a car. Because I bled very badly, an ambulance came, drove me to hospital and there, a young, handsome doctor came in and said he needed to check me. I refused but after a while, I had to agree.
The highlight was, I hadn't shaved in a long time....
Since then, I always wear underwear.
Ever watch Monty python? “Bring out your dead”. For a year a couple have mocked my masks & when I got vaccinated. They’d tell their families not to do either. He knew. Trust him. Just a cold. Well they are going to funerals. Ordering masks. Got vaccinated. Wondering when they can get a booster. Worried about family in ICUs. They aren’t laughing any more.
“Bring our your dead”.
If only they had listened to me & tried to talk their family into masks & the vax.
On the plus side my hot date loves that I’m vaccinated.
Maybe it's not the right way to do it, but I'd like to thank my friend Dave for being there for me.
Thanks buddy! You can't imagine how grateful I am that I can call you my friend.
My life has always been very rough.
I had problems with the asshole of stepfather, he was very cruel to me, my little sister Trish and my mom. He beaten us up, got totally drunk and I often saw him going into the bedroom of Trish at night but I was too scared to tell anybody. I am such a dick! Why haven't I told someone?
I moved out, left my beloved little sister behind; that was 4 years ago... Trish was 12 to that time.
I was in therapy for the last months! My sister is dead... she killed herself about a year ago. She didn't say anything before she did it. The last year I had to life with the certainty that it's my fault that she's dead now!! My baby little sister is dead... I just had to say somethin about our stepfather but I didn't!
All of my friends abandoned me; they said I could have done something against it.....
Only Dave was behind my back all the time.. I am not good right now but just because of him, I am able to live.
Thanks bro!
#sister #sin #stepfather #dead #suicide
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