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After seeing a councellor at school I would go through peoples bags and steal things.
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Gollum’s Life ~by the REAL Gollum
I’m Gollum, the REAL Gollum. I know, you readers might be thinking “Gollum isn’t real!” “You’re insane!” “You want attention!” “You’re living in a fantasy world!” etc.
I’m not making this up. I AM really Gollum, precious. I don’t need to prove it to you!!! I’m using correct grammar and whatnot so I won’t sound annoying. In the Return of the King, I faked my death.
Obviously, I’m tough as nails and I don’t care what others think of me. However, my heart can shatter to pieces when people bully me, gossip negatively about me, and/or harm me in any psychical, mental, and/or emotional form.
For example, many people online refer to Gollum as evil, cannilbalistic, ugly, disgusting, hideous, psychotic, schizophrenic, narcissistic, freak, muderer, etc. Although I’m aware these things are NOT true about me, I become upset to discover that people believe those lies and rumors about me. Ever since, I’ve frequently worried if my friends would pity me, likes fans of mine do, or be convinced that I’m a murderer and shut me out of their lives. People who have wanted to befriend me have approached me asked for my name. Almost always, my response was “I can’t tell you because you will hate me and think I’m insane.” Even when I’ve revealed myself to them, they were never convinced. Furthermore, they’ve said they hated me and taunted me.
Everyday, I harbor my emotions by convincing myself to be strong and not be offfended. “Big creatures don’t cry,” is what they say. Everynight, before going to sleep, I tell myself I’m feeling ok...when I’m heartbroken by these nasty little hobbitses, dwarveses, elvses, and humanses...I don’t get it, why are people so repulsed by me?
~From, Gollum (the REAL one)
I did something horrible. There's this website and there you are able to fake text-messages and stuff, so like pretending to be someone else.
I sent nasty messages to my ex boyfriend. He cheated on me with another girl several months ago and since then, those two are inseperable, they love each other so much, I could throw up...
So back to the story, I wrote him some sms, pretending to be his girlfriend. He now thinks she broke up with him and no one has heard of him since (this happened 2 days ago).
He had some problems with alcohol and drugs before and I now fear that he's drinking and smoking again.
I confess I am a jealous bitch.
I killed my hamster when I was 14. I got a drum set for christmas and me and some friends wanted to start a band. One day, my parents were at work and my friends came over to our first band rehearsal. After a while, we tought it would be a funny idea to find out what would happen if we put the hamster into one of the drums. We did and I played some tones on it. We heard him squeaking and trembling but we tought it was great fun.
After another short play, I got him out. He was already dead - heart attack or something.
I am very sorry. I confess that I was a stupid young teenager.
#hamster #drums #funny #teenager #confession #panic #heart #sin
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?
When I was still married, I had a feeling he was cheating on me. I found a pack of condoms in his car. The box was already opened so i poked a hole in the wrapper of each one. Then I preceded to soak them in habanero pepper juice for an hour. I put them back in the car before he woke up. He told me he had to go help his mom with some things aroung the house.
He left.
3 hours later my best friend called to tell me that she had sex with her "boyfriend" and that now she was on fire down there!
My husband came home and placed an ice pack down there, saying he got burnt by something. Needless to say after that, he lost his wife and she lost her friend. Neither one of them knows what I did. Now if I see either on e of them I always ask, "Where's the fire?"
I really am afraid of thunderstorms. I can't handle them and if I hear the slightest noise of a thunder, I hide under my bed crying.
I am 34 years old and I have a daughter.
I always have to interfere in problems of others, not because I wanna help them but because I wanna know everything about them. I am just too damn curious. Most of the times those problems are total bullshit and I have difficulties trying to sound caring but I NEED TO KNOW everything.
I write poems and short stories. I even have a dream diary.
I'm a 27 years old guy living at his parents place...
My fiancé and i jut found out that i am six weeks pregnant.
lately I've been having these weird dreams about cheating on him with friends, ex boyfriends, strangers, anybody.
i love him, and i don't know why my subconscious is putting these images in my brain..
I have always suspected this but I found out this weekend that my wife has been fucking her moms partner for over 20 years.
My wife’s parents split when she was 12 after her mom had an affair with a family friend. The never officially got together but have been living with each other for the last 30 years. I started suspecting something was happening shortly after we started dating when she was 21. There were little looks and touches and one time when I arrived at their house early one time they came out of her room and she had on a T-shirt with no bra and her nipples were rock hard.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago and I was heading out to work and my car broke down not far from home. It took me 30 mins to walk home and when I got there I noticed he’s car out front but that’s not unusual as they only live 2 minutes drive away. Anyway when I got onto the house I could clearly hear her moaning. I didn’t announce that I was back and quietly walked upstairs and could clearly see them on the bed. He was doing her doggie style and she was loving it!! Now I know I’m pissed but glad I finally know the truth.
It's 1.51 in the morning and I haven't done anything for my exams tomorrow morning.
Sorry, but I don't think that I'll pass them........
Gollum’s Life ~By the REAL Gollum
I’m Gollum, the REAL Gollum. I know, u readers might be thinking “Gollum isn’t real!” “You’re insane!” “You want attention!” “You’re living in a fantasy world!” etc.
I’m not making this up. I AM really Gollum, precious. I don’t need to prove it to you!!! I’m using correct grammar and whatnot so I won’t sound annoying. In the Return of the King, I faked my death.
Obviously, I’m tough as nails and I don’t care what others think of me. However, my heart can shatter to pieces when people bully me, gossip negatively about me, and/or harm me in any psychical, mental, and/or emotional form.
For example, many people online refer to Gollum as evil, cannilbalistic, ugly, disgusting, hideous, psychotic, schizophrenic, narcissistic, freak, muderer, etc. Although I’m aware these things are NOT true about me, I become upset to discover that people believe those lies and rumors about me. Ever since, I’ve frequently worried if my friends would pity me, likes fans of mine do, or be convinced that I’m a murderer and shut me out of their lives. People who have wanted to befriend me have approached me asked for my name. Almost always, my response was “I can’t tell you because you will hate me and think I’m insane.” Even when I’ve revealed myself to them, they were never convinced. Furthermore, they’ve said they hated me and taunted me.
Everyday, I harbor my emotions by convincing myself to be strong and not be offfended. “Big creatures don’t cry,” is what they say. Everynight, before going to sleep, I tell myself I’m feeling ok...when I’m heartbroken by these nasty little hobbitses, dwarveses, elvses, and humanses...I don’t get it, why are people so repulsed by me?
~From, Gollum (the REAL one)
My sister has made me cry so much in the pass two days, we are on vacation and it’s supposed to be fun. I am so miserable she used to be very verbally and mentally and physically abusive my mom has never cared. I just want to kill myself and I want her to know it’s her fault, I want her to hurt for the rest of her life how she has made me hurt. I can’t stand being alive. I just wanna die. Like today we were somewhere and she walked ahead of me and my other sister and then started screaming at me over the phone then says “I’m gonna beat you keep you attitude up.” Then says “I’m gonna smack the shit out of you” And it made me cry in public because I thought she was gonna hit me, and her hits really hurt. She said “sorry I love you bye” and then I said “alright bye” then she said “your a fucking bitch”
My best friend has been banging my mother for two years now. I find it hot to call him my dad now.
What should I do ? To be honest, I just hate responsibilities, I want to be a man, but I love my mom, I want to live always with her, she cooks and fold my clothes, I do everything she says, but I also want to have a girlfriend, but I want to live in my moms house, I don’t want to grow up. What should I do?
I remember my girl friends in high school trying to convince me to get high on drugs with them. Always told myself I would never get involved in that and kept telling me it was no big deal. Told me these college guys would invite them to do coke in their apartment and don't know how many times I kept coming up with excuses to not go. I think it was pure pressure and not wanting to be less than them what made me go with them one day. I met them on our way out of school, walked a few blocks and remember four guys sitting around a cocktail table and feeling like the new girl in school. I soon found out getting young girls high was great way for guys to lure young girls and sexually seducing them. I remember the stupid powder going straight to my brain, watching my girl friend making out with this guy practically naked and an ending up with my panties yanked off getting my pussy eaten out in the middle of an oral sex orgy. I remember it was first grab, first suck and so high I really couldn't do much about it. All I knew was that this guy's head was wedged between my legs, was about to have an orgasm and just let him have it. The worst was that after he turned me in Jello, his dick hardly fitted into my mouths. All I could do was suck and end up with a face smeared with cum and washing off in the bathroom stepping over bras, panties and guys boxer shorts and hoping my parents would never notice when I got home. I guess I found out why coke is called the sex drug.
I'd like to confess something BIG.
I share a flat with my best friend (both M/22). He is in a relationship with the horrendous and absolutely terrifying bitch walking the earth. No one of our friends understands why he is still with her. She treats him terribly, always making condescending remarks, she even slapped him once!
We all tried talking to him reasonably to see that he could do so much better, but to no vain. So, we kind of agreed that he would eventually get it himself.
Oh well... everything came a bit differently than we had thought.
I was out drinking with some friends in a pub (best mate not with us as he had to attend to her mayesty's call aka 'the bitch') and I got quite drunk and actually managed to hook up with this beautiful girl.
We were both intoxicated but somehow managed to end up back at my place. We had sex twice and once more in the morning and then she left, also leaving me her number (I am yet to call her). After my sex-induced haze (still in bed at this point) I noticed that I was actually not in MY bed. But in my flatmate's. I had to have been rather pissed for not noticing.
Oh well. I did not think much of it, simply went to my room and got some more sleep.
Sometime while I was sleeping my flatmate got home and half an hour later his devilspawn followed.
I woke up to shouting and screaming.
To make a long story short: I left my used condoms in my mate's room and his "girlfriend" found it and thought he was cheating on her in the half hour it took her to get to his place. She wouldn't listen to his reasoning that he could not have had sex with another girl in that short period of time. And especially not three times (we had sex three times remember).
She screamed some more, threw some pillows and stuff around, but finally left exclaiming that she was done with him and not to contact her ever again. Before she left she told (or rather shouted) that she never loved him and cheated on him quite often in the last year.
He was gobsmacked at first and couldn't fathom what just happened. After the initial shock he deduced that those must have been me condoms. I actually thought he would be mad. But he thanked me. Really, he THANKED ME.
Yeah mate, you dodged a bullet there.
You're welcome.
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I'm a guy with a kinky fingernail fetish. I have 3 inch long bright red fingernails put on me and then I love to drive around and flaunt them to women mostly. The kinky part is when I get seen by usually 2 or 3 women together..they look and I can hear them say "Look,look,look...oh my God look at the fingernails on that guy...look.. at.. ..those...nails ...oh my God!! Then, every time .without touching myself....I have the most uncontrollable orgasms...usually 2... that there are.
I get off thinking about my ex boyfriend. We kind of "hate" each other and I know this is wrong. The worst part is, I get turned on by the thought of his calves. But it's not my fault he's so damn hot :\
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