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I'm going to become a doctor. To be honest I don't work in medical care because I care about other people or because I want to help them. I just do it to get the prestige and to be in the high society and of course to earn a lot of money.
Male, 29.
Because I recently changed my mobile phone number, I get some strange texts from strangers who think I am a lady called "Nancy" and they are all offering me help. They want to give me money, or buy me things or invite me for dinner. But those people are not just men, even women write to this number.
I don't get it. At first, I didn't answer but now, I reply. One of those nice gentlemen even transferred money to a bank account of mine. Thank you dear Mr. Ben because of your friendly donation of 5 000 dollars, I am able to buy me a new car!
I don't understand why they all have my number, but now I appreciate it and won't stop.
I'm in love with my best friend, but she has a boyfriend and is in love with another boy. He keeps complaining that he will never have her because she has a boyfriend. I think it's unfair he gets to complain. They will eventually break up, but I can't change my gender or her sexual orientation.
#lesbian #jealous #scared #frustrated #love
About a month ago, I had a miscarage. I’ve only told my parents and husband about it and they’ve asked me if I was okay. I keep telling them I am and to not say anything to anyone else because it won’t change anything. But the truth is I was never okay to start with and i cry whenever I’m alone and no one can see it.
I only care about myself and i dont feel thats wrong. I dont give a flying shit if other peoples lives are crap cause i know they dont care about me either. Plus i ve got severe family issues unlike my friends, they produce drama like a bunny produces babies
As a child, I occasionally went to my neighbours on the evening and turned on the light of their car. It was a very old one, so it was never locked.
The next day I waited for the fight which would occur. She insulted him because he had let the lights on - again.
Hihihi.
I have a scarf and blanket fetish! Absolutely love seeing a woman wearing a thick soft chunky scarf or lieing under a fuzzy blanket. Love imagining and experiencing the soft feel of the fabric on my skin and quite frankly it turns me on!
It has turned into a obession as well. I have bought a lot of scarves and blankets over the years, like a lot a lot! All different sizes and materials, the bigger the better. Always looking for a new piece, one that I dont have yet. Fantasizing about the feel and the softness of the fabric.
Blanket scarves are just the best thing ever, big soft warm and comfy! It does suck that females have it easy when it comes to this, they have so much choice... While the male equivalent is just blegh.. limited. Even started to buy 'female' scarves, but mostly gray and black ones. I have about 30 scarves now and sometimes I feel embaressed wearing them in public, like it is not the most manly thing to wear... Atleast that it what the voice in my head keeps saying. What can I say? I just love the comfy feeling a big soft scarf gives, so shut up voice! Gosh, winter cant come fast enough!
Same for blankets! There is nothing more relaxing than sitting on the couch all bundled up in blankets, nice and warm. My girlfriend loves it too. Hell we have over 10 thick soft blankets in the house, with more to come I reckon. All different fabrics, but all are comfy and soft.
Scarves and blankets! I love them :)
So my cousin ate me out idc bc we still do it till this day he's way older then me and we always have sex
I became really close friends with my English and math teachers in high school. I even babysat for them. After graduation, they became really close friends of mine. We would drink and tell stories. After about a year of this, I learned that they are in an open marriage. And I also learned that this woman, kinda not pretty and over twice my age, wanted to fuck me. We were already faced and I went for it. Her husband was in the house. And he would occasionally walk through the room. After about an hour of sex he walked in and said break it up or else he would join. I cheated on my girl for some 38 yo cougar. I have dropped them as friends and refuse to talk to them.
I punctured the tired of my boyfriend's car while he was at work, his car stood in front of his office. Because I didn't want him to be home that early while my favourite TV show was running.
Unfortunately, he called me to pick him up, so I missed the whole show. :-(
I am man who likes to wear make up. Not in public but at home, alone. My girlfriend once asked me to put mascara on because of my "beautiful long lashes". I did and it looked amazing. Since then, when my girlfriend is at work and I am alone at home, I try different styles and make up tricks.
It's amazing how you easily it is to change your whole appearance. And I guess I can now put on make-up better than my girlfriend. :-)
#makeup #boy #lashes #mascara #amazing #embarrassing #confession
I am a pyromaniac since I was little. I had fun with fire from the cradle especially lightening fire had always fascinated me. I enjoyed lighting bigger things like hay bale or wodden boards. I thought it was great fun.
But one day it got a bit out of hand. You have to know that I live in the countryside and we had a farm with a big barn in the back. I used to light the hay bales or something like that behind that barn but I had been very careless one evening, so the barn caught fire.
I was so terrified that I ran away. Luckily, we hadn't had any animals in the barn to that time, so only the barn was destroyed. My parents doesn't know until know that it was my fault that our barn burnt to the ground.
It was a really big thing back then, with the police investigating and the insurance that didn't want to pay for the damage. Now I am glad that it's all over and I hope that no one will find out about it.
I am a 13 year old girl, Caucasian, 5'3 and I self harm. I have been feeling the urge to self harm lately, I've been clean of self harm for two months now but since Friday when these girls began to point out all of my flaws and laugh at me... I broke.
My family doesn't know about it and I still have my drawer of things I would use at my house: Razors, Needles, Pencil sharpeners and even fabric cutters.
If you're only on this website to make fun of people, just know that I could be someone you know. Be careful what you say to people
I have never in my life, wanted to kill myself more than right now. I know it sounds crazy but I cannot take my parents anymore. I cry every single time in the shower and I try to put on a strong face at school. But no one knows what really is inside of me. Maybe the problem is me. Maybe it’s them. But sometimes you just can’t stand it anymore. I have tried to do everything to please myself and them. After years of getting hit, getting pushed around, verbally abuse, and so many more emotional scars on me, I have now turned… suicidal. It seems like a better place than this hell hole. If I sound selfish and unappreciative, well, I’m sorry. But… if I have to keep living like this, I rather choose a place where I am not living anymore. There may be no physical evidence of what my parents did to me, but inside, it is years of ripped, raw emotions that have been finally triggered. I know that one day, possibly this year, my mom and I will have an argument that we will say something that we could NEVER go back from. If that day comes, I would like to keep this doc as me already predicting this. I just wish the best for them if I do leave this Earth like this. I have an ocean of bottled up emotions that has been building and building for the last few years. I can’t say anything and so instead, my eyes show the signs. I looked at my razor yesterday and wondered what it would be like to cut myself. My rational side yelled and pleaded with me to not do it, but my heart said to do it…. And I just couldn’t. People say that cutting yourself may help you find control of the one thing you have. Yourself. But I just couldn’t. I figured later, right now, that I would rather just stick a freaking knife into my chest and be done for. That sounds much quicker than bleeding out. I’ve read too many romance stories and been around too much success stories. I want to become a female version of a powerful CEO, but also an Oscar-winning producer at the same time. But life never goes my way. You have to try and achieve it. I had it all planned out. I was going to go to Harvard and graduate, marry my high school sweetheart and have a boy and a girl. But life is also unfair. It never told me how I would get screamed at for one bad test grade, but an A overall. It never told me that I would get hit for saying something out of context. Maybe that is how life works. But when it gets too much, you want it to be over. And so, I hope that when this comes out, I want all parents that have hit their children for a bad grade, a remark, a bad habit, to rethink your choices. You have no idea what you are putting us through. Years and years and YEARS of abuse, and it is not just physical. What goes underneath hurts more than 100 physical scars and some may never heal.
I threw up (out of my window) directly on a parking car. Yeah, I was pretty drunk and I ate pretty disgusting stuff before I got sick. I stunk like hell. Fortunately, the car was gone the next day...
I (female and 20 years old) told my affair that I'm pregnant though I'm not. I just wanted more attention and that he would care for me. And it was great to see that he was scared that I could talk to his wife. And he gave me 300 euros for the abortion which I could use very well for my new TV.
I (18) M gave my bestfriend (18) M a roadheadie on our way back from his house. It was a nice expierence for both.
Because I'm really lazy I made myself a handicapped ID. Now, I can park on disabled parking spots.
My boss only likes those women who treat others bad and bully the "fat" ones.
I keyed his car for that. Such an asshole!
Realizing that cartoons aren’t real and life will never be as colorful and wacky and fun as the looney tunes probably fucked me up more than I realized. Going through life knowing I’ll never truly be friends with Bugs Bunny and the gang is something I think way too much about and it leads to me becoming very depressed. One day I’ll die and be forgotten yet Bugs will live in and remain in the public consciousness so long as there’s money in it.
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