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What’s the point?
What’s the point in bearing with all of the troubles that we have during our lives?
With all of the wars and battles that kill thousands of peoples’ lives, but when it comes down to the choice to end it all or not, they ask you to stay alive because your “important.”
What’s the point in dealing with all of the criticism that we receive because all of the other people don’t believe in our beliefs?
And we all know that the end of the world is truly near, but we’re too scared to admit that everything will be destroyed.
And whether that day will come in a lifetime or not, death is inevitable and no one will remember your hard work.
All of the nights you stayed awake to finish that project for school and the many hours that you spent working just so that you could have a roof over your head.
And for what?
We all know that you’re too scared to admit that living another day of our lives is a lot more painful than dying.
So why do we do it?
Why do we put ourselves through so much pain and suffering just because we need to live another day, waiting for absolutely nothing?
Why do we fill our lives with lies by saying that we are going to save the planet, but our mere existence is destroying it?
Why is it so important for one out of the billions of people on Earth to stay alive?
Because of greed?
Just to gain that satisfaction of saying that you saved someone’s life when you’re actually putting them through more pain than you can imagine?
What’s the point?
I got drunk and lost my virginity to my friends dad. I was too drunk to remember exactly what happened but I was asleep and woke up to him thrusting inside me. Then I blacked out again. The next morning I woke up and found he didn't use a condom. Its basically rape and I fear I might have an std.
This is how I once solved a basic biological challenge. The solution wasn't ideal, but (almost) the best available, I believe.
I was driving on a summer vacation trip and felt a mild twinge or two in my stomach. After a few minutes, I pulled into a supermarket parking lot where I had shopped on previous trips. Right after getting out of my car and locking the doors, I realized that I was in big trouble, and remembered a toilet in the back of the store. After just a few steps, I needed to clench my anus very tightly to avoid the unthinkable.
Finally, I was in the store and heading for the back, but I didn't know whether the toilet was at the right or left end; and maybe it was out of service, or maybe the only toilet stall was occupied. The pain was almost unbearable, and I knew I didn't have time to investigate the toilet situation and then return to my car if necessary; so I decided to immediately return to my car.
Somehow I made it back to my car without losing control, and with a new plan that required using things that were already in the car. I quickly installed the windshield sunshade for privacy, and gathered up a large plastic kitchen bowl and a small white-colored plastic bag with handles. Then I undressed, placed the bowl in the driver's seat, and squatted with my bottom inside the bowl and my knees up by my shoulders–still tightly clenching my anus.
Finally, holding the plastic bag open underneath my bottom, and hoping it was positioned correctly, I relaxed and achieved wonderful relief as the waste quickly rushed into the bag.
Thorough wiping wasn't too difficult and I put the used tissues in the waste bag and tied the opening. Then I put the waste bag into another small plastic bag and also tied it closed. Finally, I placed the tied-up bags in a third larger plastic bag, tied it up, got dressed again, and carried the bags across the parking lot to a small trash basket mounted on a roof column in front of an ice cream shoppe.
Then I returned to my car and rested for awhile–reflecting on my accomplishments in the face of desperate pain–and finally returned to the store to do my food shopping–now relaxed, refreshed, and re-energized.
Now, a few final considerations: (1) The parking lot had a security guard, so I needed to be especially discreet. (2) The waste disposal location wasn't good, but I was afraid of attracting unwanted attention if I walked out of my way to use a more distant trash basket. (3) I did try to remove excess air from each bag before tying the open end. (4) Later, I did realize that I should have waited and found a better disposal location.
Okay. This is a legit embarrassing but necessary confession. I love pain and was paying a girl friend 300 dollars a week just to hurt my balls. Now she is being greedy and wants 400. Your honest opinion. Is 300 enough or is 400 the right price for something so easy? Just for once a week!
Back to my story with the dentist.
I went back to see him again today.
He looked in my mouth, he told me that I can't come here anymore. I have to see a specialist now because he doesn't know what causes the tooth pain.
I am so dissapointed, how should I be around him now?!
I was listening to a woman on the radio sing about how I broke her heart. While thinking about how I broke another woman’s heart. All the pain I caused others. I’m sorry. Why do good people love me? I’m not worth it.
I feel the urge to hurt someone. And I don't mean a punch in the face but really HURT somebody. I don't know where this urge comes from but I often dream about breaking someone's fingers one by one. It doesn't turn me on or anything, it's more like a hunger inside of me, I just want to do this. They shouldn't die but they really should feel the pain, I want to hear them scream.
I would hurt every person but preferable female.
I’m fixing to face a giant moment. I tried to undo the pain I caused those I loved the most. I don’t know how to try to undo someone else I hurt, because she posed as someone I used to know. I realize now she just loved that person the same way I did.
But I wasn’t all bad in my life. I did a lot of good in this world. There are people alive because of me. Sadly I also hurt people.
I’m not giving up. I’m just accepting my situation. I intend to come out the other side. But I’m wise enough to know that may not be possible. Especially during this pandemic.
I truly wish I had not hurt those who loved me the most.
I'm a 15 year old biological female. At my current age, teens tend to get very hormonal and have the lust to just fuck everything in sight once we're riled up enough. Because of this, I tend to masturbate 3-4 times a day: 1 in the morning, 1 or 2 times in the after noon, and 1 at night to help me fall asleep. Yesterday, it was the early afternoon and I started to get horny, so I left to my room and locked it. My masturbation apparatuses aren't exactly professional, but large plastic perfume bottles have been able to get the job done. So, I do my thing: I strip myself off of my underwear and shorts, my panties soaking wet and my vagina trembling for an insertion while I lovingly look at the bottle. I then carefully insert the 6 inched bottle inside, biting hard on my tongue to prevent myself from moaning too loud and getting caught. Once all 6 inches were inside, I grip tight onto something and anything so I won't fall while bouncing on the bottle. Yesterday, however, was slightly different.
I was being extra needy, wanting more than the casual bounce to let me get through the day. So, being a bit more daring, I started slamming the bottle as deep as I could inside of me. I had to bite down on a pillow to quiet my moans! It was great! As I was nearing my climax, I made one wrong move, the bottle positioning to my tailbone and slamming down on it. The pain ran up my spine and through my body, so I had to take the bottle out and wait it out for a couple hours... It's been 13 hours, it hurts to sit down and I'm hornier than ever.. I fucking hate my life right now
I told a sweet person she needed to exercise & lose weight. Then I told her to find someone else. Why? She claimed to be someone from my past. She didn’t realize I had known the person she was pretending to be. The person from my past was very kind & had been hurt. I thought a lot of her & didn’t like someone posing as her. However; this person i couldn’t see in the chatroom was a very sweet person too, & also hurting. I tried to set aside my pain from my own broken heart, to help her. But then her friends didn’t like my advice & put me out of the room. I wish I could undo the mean things I said. I did not care about her weight. I just didn’t like her pretending to be someone I knew. Does that make sense? This person from my past was a very good person. I tried to help her before my life nearly ended. So it was odd to have someone posing as her. Plus she caught me at my worst, & then I experienced a health scare. But I feel so bad.
I’m also heart broken because I had a wonderful woman, but I hurt her. God gave me a wonderful person, & I broke her heart. Then I turned around & hurt someone else who was nothing but kind to me. I seem to keep hurting people. But I don’t mean too. I’m just overwhelmed. My heart is broke. Im lost. Now a big moment is coming in my life. So I’m trying to make my peace just in case. Hopefully I come out the other side. But if I don’t I at least tried to make things right. If your a person who thinks your overweight or not beautiful. Quit thinking that way. These are labels society put on us. People used to tell me they wished they looked like me. Well I paid a heavy price to look like this. So no ones appearance is perfect. That lady I met about 11 years ago was beautiful. She just couldn’t see herself the way I did. My ex was the same way. She also couldn’t see herself the way I did. Sadly. I couldn’t be the man she deserved. I let everyone who cares about me down. I am sorry for all the pain I caused others. A lady tried to flirt with me the other day. No way. I’ve already left a trail of broken hearts. I wish I could set those right. But I’m not going to hurt someone else. I’ve did enough harm. I don’t want to hurt sweet people I care about.
Yes, I have an addiction. I am addicted of feeling sorry for myself and always putting others first than myself. I know that I am not selfish but I think I need to put myself first. There are times that I am too kind to other people and they take it for granted. They spread gossips about me even if I am very kind to them. I even invited them in my house, not because to show them that we have money or gadgets. I invited them because I want them to know that I am comfortable being around them, and I want to know more things about them.
when have I ever tried to compete with the ugly old cunt queen elizabark? seriously. I don't want your husband because he is too old to fuck. William chose his whore, so he got that whore, and he is married to it. Its really just his problem. not others problem. the same with harry and all the others. I could never imagine wanting to fuck andrew or charles or the other one or anne. I mean, jesus christ someone help us lord. how can anyone compete with queen elizbark? I don't even think the other royal queens around the world compete with her. they are the ones she should be worried about. the queen of spain. the queen of denmark, the queen of buthan, they are the only queens who can compete there are no other queens other then the queer gay male queens. ok. There is no queen of nz, no queen of usa, no queen of caraboo, history claims that was fictious. fuck off your old slut bag queen. like stay in your own lane you stupid old pig. stop being such a selfish old bitch! grow up and grow some balls bitch and stop being the big fat bully girl and tyrant towards your own subjects and peoples. Like seriously. Look at how you and you alone have destroyed the commonwealth for your arabs and asians and indians and africans. Like you did this long before megs and diana came along. fuck off sending your flying monkeys like fergus to rape and abuse, you wicked old witch of the west. why would anyone ever want to be you. your old, your ugly and to most people you are irreverent. you only have money and fame and that will go. death gets most. you are a bad person. a very very bad person and so is charles and william. power does corrupt and that is the end of the matter. how about you stop competing with every other woman for their man! you got nothing in common with any other woman on the planet other then child birth maybe and that is questionable. like I used to respect you but you gone too far now. just stop it.
I think I'm still in love with my ex. I think about her all the time STILL. We haven't been together for 3 years now, but I still know she is "the one" for me. It's torture, we don't talk or interact at all, she could be dead for all I know (she's not, but still), but I want to be with her so fucking bad.
I've never felt this way with anyone else before. It's crazy. I hate it.
#relationships #love #pain #regret
I was attacked yesterday for looking at the actor patrice in lady hear me tonight video and yeh I said I liked him 10 years ago and 20 years ago and no one bullied me then? its not nice people doing this shit on me. I should be allowed to like what I want.
I am sick of being bullied over this stuff.
is it just due to my ignorance?
I’d appreciate if you would please comment and help a female I’m not sure what exactly to do in this situation..
I’m close very friends with someone who’s name is Connie, and I came to find out that she is talking to my ex boyfriend from HS who cheated on me with one of his friends while I stayed after school for art club activities. I’ve explained the betrayal he did towards me to Connie, who’s also friends with him and agreed what he did to me was wrong. My ex is now getting to know someone else although, Connie had the audacity to tell me that she stayed up late on the phone with him asking 21 questions, answering one of the questions and said. “I’ve never cheated on anyone..” By the end of their conversation he came to have a liking towards Connie and questioned if he should continue talking to the female he’s getting to know at the moment, which made Connie a second option and made her upset. Clearly he hasn’t changed or could make up his mind, so today I once again had to explain Connie that this is all wrong and I don’t appreciate her talking to him if he’s like that or should talk about him when I’m around. Before I could say anything else she told me to not get CRAZY with her and that they’re just friends. My gut and pain is tell me otherwise because this wasn’t the first time she tried getting friendly my ex’s and including their friends too..
#betral #broken #cheater #toxic #anger #dissappointment #friendship #pain
I miss her so much. I shouldn't hurt so bad. I'm a grown man, with a professional job.
She hurt and betrayed me for years, but I can't stop or let go.
I have been drinking for the last 8 days just to make it stop and it won't.
I am so afraid.
I don't want to die but I don't know how else to stop hurting.
I'm ruined.
I am a married man, but I have been in love with and fantasized about a woman named Suzanne, who was my co-worker and is now my longtime friend. I am thinking about proposing a secret, sexual relationship to Suzanne, but it would require her to agree to 10 conditions, and I don't know if she would agree to even just one:
(1) she must show up at my home every night at 10pm and leave at 2am;
(2) she must be wearing no more than 5 items of clothing -- a shoe counts as one item;
(3) she must obediently submit to whatever I ask her to do;
(4) she must be prepared to be nude in an outdoor or public setting of my choice;
(5) she must be prepared to receive pain that I inflict that may cause non-permanent injuries such as bruises, welts, and cuts;
(6) she must be prepared to receive unprotected vaginal sex;
(7) she must be prepared to receive unprotected anal sex;
(8) she must be prepared to receive throat fucking that may cause her to puke repeatedly;
(9) she must be prepared to receive golden showers and to swallow urine; and
(10) she must be prepared to receive urine inside of her vagina, her rectum, and her throat.
#adultery #coworker #sex #submission #nudity #pain #bdsm #anal #oral #vomit #urine #deepthroat
I have this 'friend' who always tries to meet up with me. He's just trying because I make up excuses everytime he askes me. And he askes me A LOT! To be true, he texts or calls me every friggin day! It annoys me so much, I don't know what to do. And he doesn't stop. Wouldn't you stop asking someone out if he never got time?! I would!
The creepiest thing about it is that he has a girlfriend.
I told him a few days ago that I lost my mobile phone, but surprise surprise... he still texts me and calls me every day! How stupid can he be?!
Now he even starts writing me on facebook... He's such a pain in the ass... And all I do is making up excuses one after another. And that just because I'm afraid to tell him the truth: I don't wanna do something with him!
How do I fix myself? I don’t want to break another heart. I can’t fix the hearts I’ve broken. I can’t fix my heart. Life would be easier if I was like most men & just didn’t care. But it deeply hurts me to know I hurt others. To see someone hurting & know I did that. All my muscles & good looks won’t fix this.
I'm chronically ill and the nausea from it is unbearable. It's so much worse than anything else. I can't concentrate on anything with it, I can't do anything properly, and no one understands it. I would rather be dead than feel this way for the rest of my life
#pain #despair #desperate #confession #ill
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