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I always feel sympathy for boys and end up being with them because I feel sorry for them. Instead of because I like them. They end up cheating on me and I end up being heartbroken and sad.
I am sick of my high-stress job and am afraid to quit.
I fear not to find another well paying job.
This drives me to consider suicide!
I hope the current Corona Virus will push the world into absolute chaos. Then I can be myself!
I found my clit. Now I cannot stop masturbating. I do it every chance I get. Reading other peoples sex makes it even more irresistible.
I’m scared , I’ve been gay since I was 14 and I have yet to reveal it to anyone other than 2 of my closest friends . I’m scared of how others outside will perceive me since i live in an area with heavy discrimination on the matter. I’m turning 19 this year and I have yet to reveal it to my loved ones. I’m scared of the Outcome.
hmmmm... i don't know what to do. there's this boy from my school, we are friends for some months now and the last weeks we met almost every day, he wrote me textmessages all day long and he was a very good friend. but now, since 2 days, he doesn't answer. at night he sometimes came over to my place, so we could smoke a cigarette together. the last time i met him, he acted kind of strange and since then i haven't heard from him. i texted him yesterday evening but nothing!
what's wrong? i didn't do anything, why is he ignoring me right now? am i annoying or something?
it drives me crazy and i don't know what to do because i don't wanna run after him all the time.
i have to confess that this bothers me more than i want to. and this although i thought we are just friends.
My best friend told me that he’s dying and I haven’t talked to him over 10 days. I just ghosted him. I don’t know why, I just freaked. I was already mad at him because he called me out on some of my bs and instead of not defending myself as usual I vanish and hide as if it never happened. I’ve done this for decades when it becomes tough and not easy.
He’s a very blunt, honest guy, but I don’t know if I’m just too afraid to confront the fact he’s dying or I’m still mad that he called me out on my avoidance and confrontation issues. He said he’s been trying to find a way to tell me for a while because I’m so fragile and emotional and look what I do, I ghost him.
My husband doesn’t like him because he figured him out in 5 seconds and I sense jealousy. He knows we have this connection that we never have had and my friend knew my husband was a terrible braggart because he had low self esteem. He knew in seconds. He was right though.
We rarely saw each other much in many years because of my avoidance issues but my husband is obviously a factor. We never slept together, but we both wanted to. I love him, so why did I do this to him when he needs me the most?
Do I secretly hate him because he’s sick and dying like all my relatives back home I never get to see either? I don’t know what to do now that it’s been so long and he flipped out saying how cold I was being and his friend accused me of being a child that needs to grow up.
We’re in our mid 40s as it is but I can’t figure out exactly why I did this at all and am still doing it. I pretend I’m ok, but I keep thinking of him, then have sex with my husband and think of him. No matter what I do I think of him and want to cry but also smack myself in the face and seek him out and apologize.
I don’t know why I did this but I can’t seem to stop. Am I weak and a horrible friend? Am I what he said I was, or am I just a b**ch and in denial? I just don’t know, yet I keep avoiding the best friend I ever had who never treated me bad like everyone else did. Do I just deserve to be miserable or am I just a horrible, weak person? I honestly don’t know anymore and I hate myself and often cry for hours. I just can’t stop.
During my tween and teen years my father was the Minister of this Church in San Jose, Costa Rica. As part of the compensation both my sister and I went to the local American School. I was twelve, and barely budding and this boy, also twelve asked me if I would show him my tits. He held out a dollar, a dollar was a lot of money then, and we went to this empty classroom and I opened my shirt and pushed up my camisole and he saw my tits. He told a couple of friends and during the afternoon recess I made another five dollars showing my tits. Later, for two dollars I showed them my panties and for five dollars I would let them pull my panties down and they could see and touch my pussy, which at home we called our Titi. I made a lot of money, and in a week I had over fifty dollars. I showed my sister and she made some money too. These local boys liked blond and blue eyed girls. Later after puberty, and with grown tits we charged ten to twenty dollars for intercourse. We made and saved our money, when we returned to Michigan when I was 17 I had over a thousand dollars and my sister over seven hundred. And we had lots of experience.
When I was busted in a prostitution sting my parents were horrified. I offered to pay the cop and he added bribery to the charges. I was sent to county jail for six months for that. While I was in jail my sister made the money. We didn't need college, we moved to Los Angeles and then to Las Vegas and worked for a man who kept us busy with rich men from out of the country. We spoke enough Spanish and were quintessential American girls and we made more money than ever. We paid off our parents' home. "Church Minister takes money from Prostitution", but that headline never came out.
We currently live in the DFW area and own a small business, selling sex paraphernalia online. We have twelve employees and make a good living. People don't want to be seen buying sex toys and things like that, so we ship them out in boxes marked as cosmetics. Most if not all of our clients are women. We don't sell porn.
I'm almost deaf, so I hear very badly but I don't want anyone to know because they would certainly treat me different and I don't want to be treated like a disabled person. Not even my parents know whats going on.
I confess that I don't like my children as much as I should. I just can't be interested in the stuff they make or in the things they love.
I have a 15 years old son and a 11 years old daughter.
I always question their behaviour and the things they like, I don't get most of it.
Sometimes (and please don't hate me) I just think how stupid they are and I wish I don't have children.
I am pregnant.
I let my boyfriend cum inside me just because. When we found out I talked about abortion. He wont pay for me to get one. Neither will my parents.
I dont want a baby. Maybe I kinda sorta thought I did. Im 12 weeks in. Ive heard the heartbeat and I just..i just dont want it. Honestly Im kind of hoping that something happens and I miscarry so I dont have to deal with it. I could also get more attention and sympathy that way.
I have smoked weed while I knew I was pregnant. I also took Robotussin and Mucinex DM to robotrip. I still smoke cigs when I can. Because.well. i just dont care.
Its not that i dont care about my baby, i dont care about anyone, really. Thats something ive realized reading these confessions. I just like attention and doing what I want. I dont really care who I hurt. I know Ive manipulated people on purpose but it just doesnt really get to me. I think that now once Ive realized this and harnessed my true power I will take it to the extreme.
Before when I did things I really did feel bad..but now I dont care. At all.
I dont want forgiveness. I dont want to change either, honestly.
#baby #abortion #pregnant #heartless #careless #mom #mother #teen #manipulative
On the 8th of April 2015 I confessed to a girl who seemed to have no interest whatsoever in me. We got closer and closer as the days passed. Two weeks from the confession day, she asked me out on a date (25th April). We went for a movie date. That was my first and my last date with her. We held hands throughout the movie. We weren't even officially together when we went on that date. On the night of 10th May 2015, she asked me to officially be her girlfriend. I was over cloud 9. My happiest moment. We were like the happiest couple but I don't know why she started ignoring me. Exactly on her birthday was our one month as a couple. Things weren't roses between us but I still loved her. The ignoring got worse after her birthday. For 2 weeks I felt like poop. Being ignored by the person I loved the most. I decided to break it off with her considering the fact that she didn't seem to have interest in me anymore. She agreed which shattered my heart into pieces because what's lost will never return.
I cried like a baby that night. 45 days with her. It's not that long but every memory just makes me smile. It's been 2 months since the break up and now she treats me like a stranger. It hurts.
I am afraid to tell anyone I am lesbian. For years I have denied it, because I always second guess myself, and because I have never dated anyone I have just lied about it. I am stuck and miserable, my family already tries to shove God at me whenever they can. I am afraid of the reactions my friends would have. I feel so alone in this right now, I pretend to be interested in guys just so my family wont find out, because I know it'll all go to shit once they do. I am being judged by the people in my life that say who I am is disgusting, and they don't even know they are directing it at me. It fucking sucks, and I feel like lying is the only choice I have now.
#lies #lesbian #confession #family #friends #alone #fear #judgement
I'm a boy I love wearing girls panties there so cute and soft to wear I love wearing them
I used a social media to trade nudes with legal adults who asked for such. But, it turns out against my knowledge, that one such person was actually a minor posing as someone of age and said they had reported me to the site.
I'm afraid I'll be investigated by the police then arrested and posed as a pedophile.
17 year old, Tomás.
I sued my parents. It was very easy. I went to the local court and told the laywer in tears my parents are alcoholic and they beat me up every day. That's not true, my dad is a loyal banker and my mom works in a kindergarten. They now got a restraining order and are not allowed to go near me.
They don't even know about it yet.
#parents #court #tears #restraining #order
My Name is Jimmy and I have a confession so back in Middle and High School I had realized I had a fetish for Underwear and Socks and it turns out I was more turned on getting stripped to mine along with the sight of other's in theirs's. I think it all began in the locker room in middle school after I stripped down to my white cotton briefs and socks and some of the others boys all looked at me, I was 5 foot 6 and only weighed 120 pounds at the time and I have very skinny pale legs and when the moment I stepped out of my clothes and shoes and was standing in my underwear and socks well that's when it all began for me.
One Boy actually gave me a wedgie while another one began slapping my legs with a shirt of theirs's and I tried to hide it but it turned me on actually. Maybe i'm just a glutton for punishment but anytime i'm in my undies I get horny especially in the locker room where I get wedgied, and one time a boy actually listed me off the ground in just my briefs and socks and one other boy went up and started to tickle me which almost caused me and the other boy to fall.
Yes it does turn out i'm very ticklish and I learned that one day outside. I was wearing a red shirt, khaki shorts, white socks, and red shoes and one day some guys jumped me and then they started taking my clothes and shoes off leaving me in my briefs and socks. Then they started to tickle me all over my body my armpits, sides and my feet. My Feet are very ticklish and when they tickled the bottoms of my socked feet I laughed like a girl and the thing is they always kept my socks on and I also remember when they sniff my feet and say they stink which made me feel a buldge in my briefs.
To tell you the truth me and them are all friends and have been for years and they refer to me as underwear boy because if there's anything I love to do now and that's being in my undies and socks all the time. Anytime we changed for gym i'd get in my underwear and socks and let them do as they please with me. One time they carried me outside the school and tossed me in their arms in a game called "Catch the Underwear Boy" and it was so fun being tossed around in my undies and socks but we all get in trouble for doing that because I was in my underwear and socks and being seen by everyone at school.
Every Day at home i'd always be in my underwear and socks but my parents told me to put my clothes on at dinner or when we had guests over or if anyone rang the doorbell, but I hate clothes and shoes because they constrict me and all I want to do is be in my undies and socks. I hang out with my friends in my undies and socks and they don't mind as they take every opportunity to paly with me and tickle and smell my stinky socked feet.
I also go to the beach in my undies and socks and even swim in my undies and socks I never wear swim trunks and my socks stay on. Some people think i'm a weirdo but i'm not I love being in my underwear and socks. In fact as i am sharing my story all I am wearing right now are a pair of white hanes briefs and socks while sitting on my knees. If anyone has any stories to share and if you had similar experiences please comment I want to read them.
I'd cut with a razor blade I got from tech class. I took it home, I cut in my ankle. It did this 6-7 times. One time when I was visiting my mom, (she had known about my depression). I was crying. I was saying I wasn't a good person which I still think I'm not. That's when she noticed the cuts. I was in a fetal position. My scars were completely noticeable at that time and I was wearing flip-flops. My mom wants me on medication, but I've seen what that's done to people. So when I was leaving my mom to go back to my dad, she told me I was faking depression for attention. In the car she told me I was trying to show her my scars, faking my anxiety attacks sometimes panic attacks and my depression all together,
Although our time was brief, I know that I really liked you and I still wish that it could have worked out between us.
What hurts the most is not anything that you did but all that didn't happen.
I believed I would never find love in this life and that this was enough.
Meeting you has taught me that I want to love.
It was so easy to like you and easy to imagine and desire more.
However, in our time together it was inescapably evident to me that I am not the person you would love. Not now, not as I am now.
Would there have been a chance for us if this was another time in our lives?
Was at work at Giant Eagle tonight, Saturday. Worked from 5-9 p.m. At Giant Eagle customers are still required to wear face masks even though the CDC has stated that anyone who is fully vaccinated doesn't need to wear one. An hour or so into my shift, I was asked to go into the lobby and take over for William which was to make sure that customers come in with masks on. I actually hate doing that because I know that customers will complain about wearing a mask. It turns out, I was right. At about eight o'clock, a customer comes in without a mask on. I asked him about his mask and he asked if he really needs one. I said yes and he said that he was fully vaccinated and I told him that he still needed a mask. He asked if it was Giant Eagle policy or CDC policy. I said it was Giant Eagle. He then asked another question about the CDC policy. I couldn't exactly make out most of what he said but my response was, "I don't know." His response? "That's right. You don't know." He also says that he works at a hospital and that he knows the CDC policy. He then says to go ask the manager and I do. I knock on the office door and speak to Andy. When I tell him what happened, I also stated that the guy was giving me attitude and right behind me I hear, "I was not giving you attitude." The customer had followed me into the store which he can't do and decided to talk to the manager. I wanted to explain the conversation that I had but Andy waved his hand as a way of saying to let the customer speak. The customer said his piece and Andy said his, I couldn't really make out what was said as I was standing outside the office and they were practically lowering their voices but what I did get was that the customer still had to put a mask on. This of course got the customer mad and he left the office. I then got a chance to say my piece and said that the guy was definitely giving me attitude. I was only out there for about a few more minutes when I began to feel the rage boiling up inside me. I knew at that moment that if another customer came in without a mask on and that customer made a complaint about it, I would definitely flip out and have a few choice words for the next customer. I immediately went inside and told Sam, the front end coordinator that I can't be out there anymore and she showed me where Andy was. I told him the same thing. At about 8:30, Andy asked me how I was. I responded that I was still pissed so he took me in the backroom and we put some plastic bags in a baler. I then told Andy again how I'm never going out into the lobby ever again because if I do I know and a customer complains about wearing a mask, I'm going to do something I won't regret and I don't care about the consequences. I even suggested a sign that says, "Wear a mask or get the fuck out!"
I was hurt because of my siblings so I hurt my mom coz she was not punishing or scolding them.
I said mean words to her. I told her that I want her to die so I will be convinced she can't stand for me coz she is not here. I didn't talk with her for a month even I denied to eat anything she cooked for me. I was rude. It still hurts to think she didn't take stand for me but not more than what I said to her. I don't know if she will forgive me I don't know God will ever forgive me but I can't forgive myself ever for this sin.
#heartbreak #guilt #depression #shame #unforgettable #temper
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