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Ok so this one is going to be a complicated one. I broke up with my ex boyfriend last summer, but we still talk to each other and text a lot.
He also found out that his dad has cancer. He is very very close to his family so this is a tough one.
His dad is deteriorating and the doctors say he only has a couple of weeks left.
I met my ex quite often the last time, we met up and talked and watched TV. But only just as friends. I want to be there for him when his dad passes away. I really like his dad, so it's gonna be hard.
We agreed to be friends, but I think that he waits for an opportunity to make a move or something..
I really like spending time with him and I of course still love him, but I am not sure if this is the right time. Or if there is a right time at all.
I broke up with him last year because of long distance and little time for each other and stuff like that. And one part of me wants to get back together with him. But I guess I could have those feelings because I pity him or something? I don't know..
Well, I confess that I am selfish and spend time with my ex because I do not want to be alone. And because I pity him because of his father.
I hide away in my room because I’m too scared they will see the sadness I feel. I don’t eat. I don’t even motivate myself anymore. I hate everyone and everything. That’s that.
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
There are times that I choose to be blind and not accept the truth. I fell in love with someone and his name is Johnathan. I had loved him very much to be honest, I cannot explain how much too. But suddenly, I have felt really tired and kept waiting for him to love me like he used to. I feel sorry for myself because I know that I did not deserve to be hurt like that. I feel sorry because I told myself that I am not good enough. I feel sorry because I feel like I am forcing him to love me again even if he does not want to be in a relationship again with me.
I also got really tired of crying so much for him and I think he is the guy that gave me the most painful feeling I have felt in my life. The pain is still here, deep inside me. I feel a lot of pain. That is why I have changed too, I don't chat him "how are you" or talk about many things anymore and maybe it is also because he doesn't do it anymore to me. I also realized that I have to wake up from a dream. I got lost in a daydream where we will be together until we grow old, be successful together and have kids. I feel so ridiculous too in believing or waiting for a knight in shining armor to save me or make me happy but I now know that it does not exist.
I need to be very independent in my life and follow God and not wait on someone to be my knight and shining armor. I don't want to say that Johnathan is a bad guy even if he hurt me a lot. I want to treat him like a lesson, the pain that he gave me, it made me more mature and more dependent to God. Johnathan, thank you very much.
Last year I started it felt really good when spilt my skin open I didn't want my parents to know they found out they told me to stop or else I did, this year I started again I told my friends one of them he said he will be there for me the other you are all g but he told my sister I feel really bad I made so much people cry because I self harm he said is it really necessary to cut I just cant stop its like drug everyone in my school knows some how when I walk into the school I get looks it scares me that people hate me now ' if you really care about me then don't tell' I say some people don't understand me I get really upset I need to cut I couldn't eat I cant sleep I told my friends I'm the middle of the night to help me he did but I'm still cutting but I cant if I do my sister will tell my parents so at camp because camp is coming soon I'm gonna cut there no one can stop there's way more for this confession but I gotta go...
There's a boy in my secondary school who is absolutely gorgeous, with green eyes and brown hair. I've been obsessed with him for over a year. I feel embarrassed to tell anyone, even my two best friends, because I'm a black female with short hair and a wide nose, and I'm quite chubby, so why would a boy like him go for a girl like me? Even worse, there is chemistry between him and my curvy Asian friend, who has long silky black hair and is gorgeous. No matter how much I try to beautify myself, I still look like a big ugly lump.
I have kept my anorexia as a dark secret for over 10 years from my family. I've been in a binging and purging cycle for the past couple of days and I got out the peanut butter and my mum told me off telling me I didn't need it because I ate too much already. Just a couple of weeks ago they were threatening to send me to a doctor because I was 'getting too thin'. From her comments I'm back in full blown restriction and I'm ready to prove her wrong once and for all.
I am cutting myself. I don't even now why. It just... happens. Sometimes I am a bit hypersensitive about my environment and every little thing that goes wrong drives me crazy.
I don't hurt myself for several months, but then BOOM and it happens. Mostly, it's just a really small thing and I almost explode because of my feelings.
But the worst part is, I know I won't stop it. I don't want to.
It's me again, The guy who works at Giant Eagle. I might as well confess that this very selfish but, when you hardly make any money working at Giant Eagle, all you want is more money. Usually whenever a customer has too many groceries, I will get another cart and then put their groceries in both carts. After that, I will help the customer out to their vehicle. This is where the selfishness comes in. After I help a customer to their vehicle and, depending on the customer, put their items in the vehicle or the customer will do it themself. Either way, every time I help a customer out to their vehicle, I'm always hoping they will give me a big tip of $50 or more. If a customer doesn't give me a tip, I walk away feeling cheated. If a customer does give me a tip but it's only a few dollars, again I feel cheated and wish that they would give me more money.
I used to cut myself to escape everything and feel nothing. I stopped cutting now. But I can't stop harming. I like it and it helps. I don't know. Maybe I am as crazy as they say.
So im like the "hated" friend in the friend group. like i know they dont actually hate me but everyone is CONSTANTLY mean to you yk. it sucks. like so much. ill just say one word and immediately everyone is like "ew why are they here kick them out no one likes them" 😃 considering how long this has been going on and the fact that EVERYONE is doing it just hurts a lot and makes you wonder if they actually hate you cause of the words they send. idk im pretty emotional to might be wrong but 🧍 its gotten to be one of the reasons i hurt myself, but i dont like putting th blame on people so i just dont talk abt it cause i can deal with it
I started sleeping with a guy I’ve always wanted to fuck last year even though he had/has a girlfriend.
I’ve always thought he was hot but have never been single when he’s been around (meaning he was in jail for the short time I was free between relationships since I met him about 8-9 years ago).
It was supposed to be one “encounter” … We had about 5 days while she was away and that was supposed to be it, however every time she’s been away since then he’s contacted me, the last couple of times even coming to me at my house (we lived just over an hour apart and I’d always gone to him). I’ve not once tried to reach out or been the one to instigate further hookups, it was always him, but not once was I going to turn him down. The connection is AMAZING, honestly I’ve had some of THE BEST sex of my life with this guy.
The weird thing is, even though I know his partner I just don’t feel guilty, I don’t give a fuck, I would and probably will continue to fuck this boy every time she is out of town.
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When I was 13 I would cut myself. Mostly, because I got bullied everyday for being gay. I tried killing myself 6 times. I would cut more then 7 times a day. It went on for about 6 months. Then I went to a treatment centre. I tried wearing shirts with short sleeves, but sometimes I can get really insecure about the scars on my arms. But I have fully recovered from self-harm. I survived. I got through it. I know how hard life can be. But just hold on for a little longer. It could change your life. Stay strong.
—Danny
So my girlfriend and I had a long fight last night... I would go into details but I don't have the energy to type... Right now though... She's been talking too much about hurting herself... She's had a history and I've made he promise not to do that so she hasn't yet... But she keeps talking about it... I wanna hurt myself and show her how much it'll hurt me of she hurts herself... But if I do that I'll be hurting her myself... What do I do
I have to admit, I have been starving myself for the past 3 weeks. I only eat 2 apples a day. I lost 6 kg by doing so.
This is not anything sexual or... ahem... "sinful" but if I try to tell anyone in my family or any of my friends they'd ridicule me.
He made me hate men. now I want to use them all until they no longer make me feel good. no man can ever make me feel like he did. so there's no point keeping them
I hate niggers and wish them all dead. But of course, that is most definitely a sinful thought. The irony is that I myself am a nigger. I'm so lost...
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?
I want to die, at the minimum, now, at the maximum, at the age of 64, because my family always fight and make me realize that this shit-hole of an earth is eternally doomed to extinction. What's even worse is that I have Klein Levins Syndrome that pretty much means I will never be happy.
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