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One time I was masturbating at night but I was reallyy tired so I fell asleep naked still and my phone still on the website and I woke up with my mom looking at me and she yelled at me and took my phone. It’s really embarrassing to think about and i want to forget about it. its all bad because i woke up she was looking through my phone and i hate when she does that.
I hate my mom. She gave me away. I endured hell. I helped buy her a home. Did so much for her. Yet she is still horrible to me. I’m tired of loving people who hate me. She says she wishes she’d aborted me. Well so do I.
I’ve fought a terrible disease for many years. Most with it don’t last long. Someone has openly mocked me since I finally couldn’t work anymore. Then he saw someone else with it that was female. He realized what I’ve been dealing with all these many years. That person of course isn’t going to make it. Most don’t. He was like why can’t they save her. Because not enough people care.
I think he now realizes his day will come. We are all dying from the moment we are born. I go to Heaven when I die. But I do get mad at God at times. Not for me. For others. I want a fair and just world. It doesn’t exist. Hopefully this shit show will make more sense once I get to Heaven. It sure as heck doesn’t right now.
But I’m like Rocky. I keep getting up and swinging. I told them to bury me face down so the world can kiss my ass on the way out. With every day there is hope of a rainbow. Usually I get a shit shower instead.
As a kid (okay more a teenager) my friends and I always had stupid ideas how we could spend our time together. One night we had a sleepover at my place, I had the idea to go to the cemetery and have a good old game of DARE. Because we were all boys at the age of 12-15 no one wanted to admit that we were scared. I was scared for sure.
So we went to the cemetera and of course I had to go first because it was my idea. My task was to go to on of the tombstones (the one the farest away from us and the one with a creepy looking angel sitting on top of it) and there I should light the candle at the grave.
As scared as I was I didn't want them to think I'm a coward. I went there and kneeled down to light the candle as someone jumped from behind the tombstone, screaming like hell.
I started screaming as well, kicking and punching. I also pissed in my pants.
My friends thought it was funny to scare me and it worked. But what they didn't think of was my reaction. I kicked and punched and destroyed the whole grave. All flowers were trampled down, the little figures were broken and the photo in the picture frame of the dead guy and his family was also destroyed.
Because we were scared to get caught, we ran away as fast as we could.
The incident also appeared on the local newspapers with a picture of the damage and the headline "WHO DID THIS?"
They never found out it was us but I will definitely regret this for the rest of my life.
#grave #cemetery #boys #dare #tombstone #scared #damage #coward #confess
I have been self harming for at least 8 or 9 months now. I remember it started when my best friend and her family was murdered and the bullying towards me really began. Every morning, I wake up with a fake smile plastered on my face and nobody notices. Not my bestfriend. Not my boyfriend. Nobody. I feel the need to confess all of this to a website because I'm tired of it being totally secret. I haven't cut in 4 days and the urges are coming back... I need to...
I absolutely hate and despise a certain fat, disgusting, toothless slob on the internet who goes by the name "Brett Keane" and yes he tells everyone his real name in his youtube videos when he introduces himself, so I'm not doc dropping by saying it. Unfortunately, he has no problem doc dropping other people. He did that to many people years ago. The fat piece of shit has been trying to get famous on the internet for 20 years now, but he always gets caught up in petty drama with people, he lies and slanders them. If they attack him back, he pretends to be the victim and tries to get their accounts banned. Either from youtube, twitter or whatever social media he is actively using at the time.
I was nice to him and on good terms with him many years ago until he stabbed me and all his friends in the back. He would run chatrooms where people could discuss religion/politics or video games, he will be friends with you until you reveal a secret thing about yourself, then he will blast it all over the internet if you ever say something that annoys him, and he gets very easily annoyed.
He claims to have agoraphobia which is his excuse to why he lays in bed all day and wont get a job. His wife works and he treats her like shit. She even filed domestic abuse charges against him many years ago, before forgiving him and taking him back. All of this has been outed on the internet. He has become a lol cow and a dumpster fire that a popular podcast called "the drunken peasants" used to make fun of. Brett loves to talk shit publically about anyone who disagrees with him, sometimes he even slanders people by calling them pedophiles, with no fucking evidence. If you cross him he will instantly block you and then try to have your account banned. Publically he pretends to be a nice guy who gets attacked for no reason, but everyone knows that he is an evil pathetic piece of shit. Brett has been banned from YouTube and twitter many times, but always comes back with a new account, to continue his bullshit. Of course he claims that he was always banned unjustly and that he is the victim.
His new routine is pretending to be a hardcore Christian conservative trump supporter. But not long ago he was an atheist who attacked Christians. He is a fraud, always asking for donation money.
I hope he dies.
I am a woman in my late 20's recently divorced, no kids. I keep in really good shape and have more than a few guys that I sleep with. I'm not a slut or anything, not sewing wild oats, well I don't think I'm a slut but . . . my mom and sisters would think so I guess.
My ex got me into spanking. He would spank my butt beet red before we had sex, any kind of sex, I'm a three hole girl as they say. I got to where I couldn't get off, no orgasm if I wasn't spanked and very soundly first. He has spoiled me, I love getting my butt beat red, then having a man take me.
I just can't bring myself to ask men I'm just starting to date or have sex with to spank me, I'm trying but I can't have an orgasm.
I even asked my ex to do it to me again, and he came over had sex and wouldn't spank me, he got off knowing I couldn't. Then he came back about an hour later pushed his way into the door, called me a slut and made me get on my knees and beg him to spank me. I actually came from the spanking, and three times from the sex after. Then he left. I don't want to ask him over again. But I need to have good sex.
I adopted a little dog from a shelter. She had been abused she was timid and frightened when I brought her home. I was patient with her transition. She was stubborn when it can to housebreaking. Sometimes she had an accident, sometimes it made me really angry and I would yell at her, sometimes i would rub her nose in it, sometimes I would spank her. I would always apologize for being mean and she would trust me again. I had to put her to sleep after having her for 11 years. I apologized to her for the times I was mean to her. I remember the fond times with her and there are many, but they are always crowded out by those scared and helpless little eyes. I regret the anger. I cant stand myself. I need help.u
I’ve been disabled my whole life. I’m tired of being sick. Tired of shaking; throwing up; poverty, & being alone. I just set alone staring at a wall.
I flirt with people when I'm bored and that's a risky thing we do because nobody wants to catch feels.
My life is so monotonous, that I don't have anything to confess... please don't tell anybody
I feel lost. A year ago I was in the hospital from dka and I was in a coma for almost two weeks. My previous ex saved me from dying but also left me because of me being sick. I've always been depressed and I've always been okay with the idea of dying deep down inside. I try to push it off and try to bury myself in other people's problems so I can help them and I even help others out of depression but I can't help myself. I'm with someone very special to me but I still feel like I'm just not suppose to exist. I can't fight the feeling that I'm holding everyone back and I'm just getting in the way and that my condition is just making people feel sorry for me. I have a problem with accepting that people love me because I just can't love myself. I can't shake the feeling of needing to be gone. I can't shake feeling like no one should have saved me when I almost died. Like they should have been late and that I should have died. I just want everyone to be happy because I just can't be. I'm tearing people apart and pushing people away because I feel like I'm hurting people and I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. Why do I feel so alone when I have someone who cherishes me more then anything in the world. I don't understand why I'm like this. I can't understand why I wanna die so much but I do and I have no one I can say this to because if I do they will just call me crazy but am I so crazy to want everyone to be happy and not feel like I do? I want people to feel free to do what they want without worrying about sick me at home. I don't want to be a burden anymore even when they tell I'm not o still feel it. I know it inside that I'm just holding everyone back. That I'm hurting people like I hurt inside...I just don't wanna feel alone anymore. I don't trust myself or my thoughts alone anymore. I'm just broken....
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!!!
The big girl at my school likes me and I kissed her. She’s on the basketball team, she is taller than me and out weighs me by 50 pounds. Keep in mind I’m 5’10 170. She is like 6’1 220 maybe heavier. I’m shocked that she likes me but she does. She practically pushed me into this corner outside of the classroom. Luckily no one was around but she said “you know I want you right” and me being a shy fuck said “thanks” and she laughed and said “let me kiss you” and I was like “ooookk” it was so awkward but she started kissing me. Tongue filled my mouth and she pulled my hands to her butt. I won’t lie after a minute I was getting into it. And school was over so no one was interrupting us. She tricked me into that spot alone because she said she needed me to take
Her picture for a class assignment we had. Anyways after a good 7 minutes of making out in this corner she leaves the biggest hickey on my neck and said I should come to her place when no one is home. I used so much of my sisters makeup to cover it up. But this girls butt is so big I wouldn’t know what to do with it. But I just can’t say no. It’s not that I’m scared I just don’t like confrontation sli agree with everything people want. Any advice?
I am embarrased of myself, I am addicted to the gym because I’m too short that i look like my girls little brother, I have Tourette, and I shake like a chicken so just because people bully me in the past, I insult humiliate and use, women that are weak than me, I don’t choose equal opponents because I am a really chicken.
I was a good person. I helped many people. I literally saved lives. But I failed my wife and children. I failed because I’m disabled and have a terrible disease. As a child my parents hated me for being disabled. So they gave me away. I was broken thru horrible things done to me. I cannot fix myself. I am lost. But I will still try to help those I love as I fade away. I can’t beat an unbeatable disease forever. Tried to give all I had. It just wasn’t enough. Love is not enough. Life isn’t a movie with happy endings.
My girlfriend just got her driver's licence. It took her 3 tries until she final got it, now she wants to go out with me tonight; to her favourite restaurant 20 miles away. She wants to drive.
Please don't get me wrong but I'm terrified. I don't want to drive with her. Women are terrible drivers and my unfortunately my girlfriend is one of the worst.
#driver #licence #car #restaurant #driving #worst #confession #scared
I am lazy. It's not somthing I can control I just am.
I don't have a bunch of energy like every one else seem's to have. I sit and play on my laptop every day and somtimes I will watch TV while I'm on my laptop. I do get up and clean I just don't do it right a way.
I went out and sat on the park bench to think. It was early in the morning and this jogger ran by and I watched him. I got up and decided to get a cup of coffee so I went to this small breakfast place and ordered breakfast. I went home and felt bad for eating so much, got into the shower and spent some time washing my penis. It felt good. I thought about the jogger. I dried off and decided to masturbate. I got the lube out, my butt plug, inserted it in. Got the camera out, set it up, got the mirror set up and jerked off. It felt good. I looked out the window and saw these kids at the bus stop. I wondered if any of them were masturbating yet. I'd be glad to teach them.
I got dressed, as much as needed, set up for work. The day went by slowly, issues came up and I handled them. At noon I had some soup, no sense in eating too much. After work I decided to go out and see if I could be picked up. I went to the usual place where men come looking for men like me. I got in the car with a man and he said he wanted it hard, ok with me. We went to this motel where he had a room rented. He was rough, men like him are always rough. He dropped me off back where he picked me up, I walked home and masturbated again and now I need to get some sleep.
Last night I cheated on my husband with a 23 year old man. I'm 49 and loved every second of it.
We met at a club and went back to his place. We were all over each other before we even got in the door.
The sex was fantastic and he pushed every button in just the right way.
We're keeping in touch.
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