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Could a older group of men with good looks start up a phone call and drop in sex service for women my age?
I confess that i started escorting and made over a grand unfortunately i spent it all and now i still want to go back and this time save money. No one close to me knows and im going to keep it that way :D. Also the thought of doing this job makes me happy 😊
I need to confess.
I've never asked for much in my life. Just to be happy. I can't seem to ever find it though. Every time I do it always ends up being fake. I hate that so much. But a while back I found happiness in a girl. She was everything I've ever wanted and more. I devoted my life to keeping her happy and I did everything to do so. We were inseparable, or so I thought. One day, not too long ago in fact, she decided to just throw away all we worked so hard to achieve.
I was so devastated I tried to kill myself numerous times. When my knives were finally taken away I looked up key points on my veins and took thumbtacks to each point. Several at a time too. The pain was unbearable and I thought it would work. It didn't obviously. People saw the scars and finally I got help. I was gone for a few days but it felt like a lifetime. When I finally got out of where I was I felt better but not helped. I still have thoughts of death and suicide and am having them now as I type these words. The scars serve as my own permanent reminder of what I went through. Everyone wants me to promise never to do it again...but these promises have been made in vain....
I have a crush at you but you didn't ever know that i exist how long should i wait for you hm? hope u can see me KTH.
So I... had an affair with this guy some three years ago. Ugly as fuck, to be honest. Ok I mean, just really unattractive. Our relationship was essentially based on weed. Not that I didn't buy my own. But I would always use with him, just to have someone to smoke with, since I get really anxious when I do. I would smoke loads back then. Then I stopped buying it. 'cause I wanted to stop. But I kept visiting this man's house. We wouldn't have sex anymore, I was having sex with another guy, a friend of his actually. This other guy was kind of nice and really cares about me but I cut him out of my life 'cause he won't have sex with me anymore 'cause he thinks I'm desperate. Which I kind of am. My life is so dull 'cause I have no plans, no projects, no motivation. Aside from weed, I smoke cigarettes and drink, I don't drink too much but yeah, I'm kind of the addictive type you know. Most of all I was addicted, I still am, to these two men. And I'm also anorexic/bulimic, not too thin lately, and I've managed to stop the binging and purging, I'm making progress you know, but still no future, no education... I used to be in university. I was studying philosophy. I was the brightest student in my year, but I was always on drugs and when I started sleeping with these guys I pretty much gave up on everything else. I tried to launch a music career, so to speak. I mean, as I was hurting like a goddamn dog I started composing sad tunes on my guitar. I've been in therapy all my teen and adult life, I'm 23, it's been more than ten years, with different therapists. Maybe I'm gay, maybe I'm bisexual, maybe I'm a random nymphomaniac, narcissistic, shizotypical, borderline fucked up mess with daddy issues and a self-centred attitude and paranoia and bipolar depression and no friends, virtually zero people I trust. I have no idea what I am, it's not like I've been abused and furthermore I got tested and they say I have nothing, I'm just kind of above average intelligence-wise and particularly sensitive, that's what they say. I taught myself how to play piano in ten days and I can do some pretty impressive stuff and bla bla bla yeah I'm showing off. But really I'm just so sad. I dropped out of uni, anyhow. Oh, I said that already didn't I. And I masturbate almost daily but with a sense of disgust even. I don't enjoy any kind of porn anymore, and I don't even enjoy actual sex, I mean, I had a couple of really good fucks with these two guys but yeah who cares. And what kills me is I've been so in love with the second guy but I fucked up because I'm fucked up and now he's gone but it's been three years and I was his first girl so it was bound to happen wasn't it. Why shouldn't he want to be with someone normal who doesn't hit him when he doesn't want to have sex, someone who is not so whiny as I am, so bitter and self-centred and FUCK I wish I could turn back time or I just wish he could DIE sometimes I really do everything except move on with his life leaving me here in my ugly stinky rut. I'm so depressed I've gotten used to it but sometimes I get these glimpses of lucidity and they really hurt.
#life #sex #drugs #weed #future #depression #addiction #issues
I hate that i helped my best friend find a boyfriend and now she's all happy and has little time for me while im single and lonely.
I think it's pretty funny watching other people fall. I also like it to see them suffering. I guess I don't have a sense of shame but I really don't miss it. You should also she the funny sides in life.
Because it's spring break and therefore I don't have to go to school, I made plans to stay at home the whole time and be as lazy as possible. Next to my bed I positioned my laptop, my remote control, 20 gallons of Seven Up, my game boy and my play station 3 controller. I told my parents I am on vacation.
The only time I stand up is to go to the toilet, maybe to take a shower and to open the door for the delivery guy.
It's the best time of my life but I am a bit ashamed that I lied to everyone to be alone.
i have a loving gf that i absolutely love of 1 year.. i try not to cheat on her. but i’m not satisfied… i just get bored and go looking, you know? is that wrong? we have a life together already. but i like the rush too. im wayyy more freakier than her too. and into more stuff… she likes the basic sex and stuff, lays on her back and i do all the work. i wanna slut someone out. i have good dick and i wanna use it…
I pretend to care about people I meet and my friends, but frankly I've been hurt and scarred so much that I don't care much for their happiness. If anything I'm resentful and bitter that they are happy and I'm suffering.
I hate the people who brought me into this world. Years of suffering thru your abuse, lies, domestic battery, betrayal & hurt has left a scar on one's mind/body/soul that will never be healed. My greatest JOY would be knowing you both were knocked soo hard in your fucking heads, it erased all of the memory you had left. Knowing I will be forever forgotten & FREEEEEE from your sorry asses is a gift that cannot come to me soon enough. The JOY it would bring cannot be measured! Please, somehow, someway, forget me!!! It's my greatest wish!! Passing as strangers on the street would make me elated with a joy/freedom I could only dream about and wish for!
#annonymous #for #life
I have no goals in life. I have no ambition. I have nothing to thrive for. I have no compassion.
I do not want to waste my life, but I do not know what do change either.
So, I guess, I am just living this blank, unassuming, boring and plain life. And that sucks big time. Why bother living?
#despair #life #boring #lonely #confession
I live a very simple life, it may not be the most normal but it’s simple. So I work weekdays, have weekends off. I live alone, I’m 25. I just work, then go to the gym. I have friends but I just like doing my own thing while I try to save my money. But as a 25 year old sex is a need for me. I don’t want to bar hop because I don’t drink, and dating isn’t in my plans just yet. But sex is still needed. So every weekend, and I literally mean every weekend, I will pay for sex. Normally it’s through online apps. I keep it simple. 200 dollars for a few hours. Then they can shower if they want, and leave. I just enjoy making out, getting oral, then having sex preferably unprotected. Whether it’s a new 18 year old hooker, or a 40 year old dirty hooker, if it’s a hole I’ll fuck it. I spend 200 to 600 dollars for sex from Friday night to Sunday night. It’s just my thing. The reason I offer 200 when it’s usually cheaper is so I can have my make out session, get oral, and not have to wear protection. Plus I do feel bad for them so I like to pay well. And I make such good money and I save well so treating myself is fine. I know once I get into a real relationship my sexual past is going to be brought up but until then I’m satisfied sleeping with these girls. To me it’s better than jerking off in the dark alone. I get to fuck all types of girls. From 18 to 45. Skinny, fat, fake lips, big butts. It’s incredible. And I will admit it’s kinda addicting at the moment.
I'm a believer, living in a religious and spiritual environment everyday but...what nobody knows is : I'm a lesbian. Where i am, it's a sin and i know it too well to let anybody know about my sexual orientation because i know i will be rejected. I live with it everyday and it's so hard, especially when i feel attracted to a girl - but can't voice it out. I tried my best to date guys, but it doesn't work. I am just not into boys. Those who say that it's a matter of choice or will, obviously don't understand. Trust me, it's not! It's just like you can't explain why your favorite color is your favorite color. And now, here i am, living a life where i'll never be 100% happy - just because i'll never be able to have a real love story. How can i even concile my sexual orientation and my beliefs... Tough life!
I'm 21 single and a virgin... I'm the kind of girl who's waiting for the right person, right moment, you know shit like clichés. But ever since when I was 14 I've been wondering of my body and every year pass by my exploration increases making me get to this point right now making me feel so ready to do it, but my question is with whom? I feel so turned on even just by looking at some hot guys on campus, discreetly fantasizing their cocks. (TBH) And when I'm fucking wet until I get home I just do it. Sometimes I watch porno to pass time or movies with hot sex scenes like Fifty Shades of Grey I allow myself to feel the pleasure. This is like a hopeless sex life for me (i think). I feel like it could've been better if I can finally, actually feel the real thing inside of me.
So I had a neighbour until yesterday... He moved out... So here it is we used to come on terrace at the same time and stayed there till one of us left ... We never talked heck we don't even know each other's name but I was getting attached to this routine I mea. We did that for one and a half year but yesterday when he was moving out I cried really hard.... I wanted him to atleast say something but I guess it was just one sided... I knew he was gonna move one day but when he did I literally died inside .... Is it normal am I stupid to get obsessed about this one....
I was stupid. I ruined relationships due to my personality, it was odd. I was always inside a shell, nervous and full of anxiety about an uncertain future. But once I establish a form of deeper relation with someone, those factors of my personality fades away as if I was someone else. It feels like being trapped inside my mind. My morals change, and the knowledge I had of myself disappears. I commit actions only to
regret it later but repeat it again. It feels like transitioning from a normal person to a person who is devoid of any emotions, manipulative, impulsive. I want to go back to my lingering past. I isolated myself but I was late to realize what I was doing. I cannot confirm that fact that I am back to how I were before but, I hope that all of me is cohesive and not a broken mirror. I have what I wanted but don't deserve it. This is a confession and as well as my fear. At this moment, I am simply existing.
#life
Each day, I am jealous of my cat because she doesn't have to get up every morning, go to work and live a daily human life. It just sucks. I wanna lie in bed all day, lick my balls and sleep, too!
I hate my life! I could literally throw up when I think about it!!!!!!
#hate #life #throwup #confession
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