Confess ID : 3l4f0tzi
16/m i am secretly gay and the only person that knows it is my boyfriend. i want to be open about it but where i live being gay is totally taboo ‘omgosh, its a homosexual, lets make fun' it makes me so mad that people can be that way about people. until i met HIM i thought that there were no gay people where i lived at all and that they were just homophobic assholes

Confess ID : 1iimgylb
I cannot help my self.

Confess ID : uucnjf1d
I hit him so hard I thought we would both die. Him from the blow to his head, me from the blow to my heart. Dad why do you make this shit happen?

Confess ID : hdtb4be0
Im successful, and am well liked, but I still feel like a failure.

Confess ID : 5ltupidl
I cannot forget the pure fear of being a child. Finding out about death, War, Flooding, Fires and Animal attacks. My parents never sugarcoated anything. God is non existant if he was he would only be an observer. People are irrational and savage. Never beleive what you hear and beleive only half of what you see. I was only 3 when my parents learned me abou all this. I spent a whole day crying in my room. I was not a kid who cried much and when I did my parents never gave me any sympathy if I did. If I cut myself they would only treat my wounds if I wasnt crying. I am now in my 20's and I consider myself better then everybody else. Nothing dissapoints me and nothing excites me. I have the urge to join the army and become an assasin. I am not afraid of death, I sometimes stand in the middle of roads to see if people will stop or swerve. I love my life, I love my girlfriend. I dont regret anything I have done. I just wish I could regress to the days I was terrified of life. I miss fear.

Confess ID : smvcf2qd
I am treading dangerously close to alcoholism. I'm not afraid of what I'm doing to myself, mentally or physically, or other people's opinions of me, but that I don't even care myself. I'm in an extreme state of apathy.

Confess ID : b6ek421x
I love her so much. i used to be a real bastard to her. i can't believe i was. then i realised how lucky i was. but things change and now she's finished things with me. i never thought that would happen. i miss her so much and regret all the times i was being a prick instead of telling her how bloody beautiful she is and how lucky i was to have her. i can't do that any more and it hurts me to the core.

Confess ID : rxmdwhj1
Once when i was looking after my neighbours dog while she went away, i looked around the house.. and i found a dildo in the draw in her bathroom.. i stared at it for ages because i had never seen one before, i was only 15 then! give me a break. Then i used it *bites lip*..

Confess ID : jg5hot55
The guy who has given me butterflies in every part of my body for 6 months just flirted with me. i want to cry from unhappiness and i don't know why. i think i'm insane.

Confess ID : sfy5vlmd
I keep putting off my homework for no reason. I just don't want to do it. It isn't like being in college is hard. it is just such a pain in the ass. I guess in a way I wish I could just give up and not do anything with my life. I really just want to sit on my ass all day playing video games and looking at random websites. Well, I can only put off writing those two papers for so long.

Confess ID : c0jucxso
Everyone makes fun of people who cut themself, but that's not cool. I've had a really bad childhood and life- From my father leaving to being raped by my cousin (with many unfortunate events in between)- I just don't know how to deal with anything; so, I just cut.. I haven't done it for a while, though, and I'm happy for that.. I've gone to see therapists, but it never really works out. The last therapist I had always tried to make moves on me. Nothing obvious, but passive ones like giving me the "elevator eyes" and telling me that a good way to refrain from cutting is to engage in sex. I started cutting when I was 13 years old.. -sigh- the mental abuse came about much earlier, though.. You see, my actions totally contradict with the image I portray. I model, play violin, play the cello, and sing opera.. I'm also in almost all AP classes, but I don't want it anymore.. I hate myself, but everyone else loves me. I long for love, but I'm always caught in a realm between reality and fantasy, and I usually can' t tell what is real and what is not. I wish someone could help me, but I think I'll only be able to be helped when I learn to love myself. I really want to, but, alas, it's hard for people to help you when they constantly want to be like you. If only they knew, right? Wow. This is a pretty good site. Maybe I'll just give myself a trademark symbol so that I can be a different person on this site.. Or maybe I'm actually being myself? Maybe this site will end up helping me. So, from now on, I'll be Angel. I've always liked that name. Thanks for reading, Angel

Confess ID : vxnzxqvz
I feel like i'm incapable of loving somebody other than my girlfriend whom doesn't even seem like the type of person i would fall in love with.

Confess ID : uorvytul
There is nothing more comforting then holding a mans shirt that has already been worn and it smelling of guy and guy cologne.

Confess ID : kgqurbue
He’s trying to get me to go see a counsellor. I think I actually might…

Confess ID : d10kszrk
Ive slept with several men who didn't love me. it was fun at the time, but now i feel used and ashamed. i cant take this. i need love. men really are assholes, if you let them be.

Confess ID : cfjcc5kz
I married my high-school sweethear. We have been in a relationship for 15 years, married for 7. When we first started dating I told her I'd had sex with two people. I lied. To this day she does not know that she is the only woman I have ever slept with. She was a virgin when we met, so I am the only man she's ever been with. _________________________ So tell her!!!!!!

Confess ID : tjdi31bn
I married my high-school sweethear. We have been in a relationship for 15 years, married for 7. When we first started dating I told her I'd had sex with two people. I lied. To this day she does not know that she is the only woman I have ever slept with. She was a virgin when we met, so I am the only man she's ever been with. _________________________ So tell her!!!!!!

Confess ID : 4zj6gw4w
I don't like having sex. I wish I did but I don't.

Confess ID : 2pk6av5z
I really just want to be a gypsy or a vagabond. Going state to state, city to city with a small group of great friends, driving. Never staying in one place. Not caring if we get lost because we have no home so there's no way we could get lost even if we tried. Not having to worry about rent and bills and whatever. Mmmmmmm, sounds great.

Confess ID : nvff2fjh
I think im really annoying and i hate how im the one that constanly calls people to hang out

Confess ID : ttxyctap
I think Germans are so fucking hot.the way they talk and do everything so damn efficiently. I just want to fuck every German I meet.

Confess ID : qii25igb
I love men. Young, handsome, generous. I am gay.

Confess ID : enbx5avt
I love my boyfriend he's wonderful and i adore him. just i wish he would keep his promise. It really makes me feel let down. To add more to the mixture a old crush has come back into my life as a friend. He's gotten over his anger with me, but he flirts with me. tells me things like we would have been married by now. And you went and fell in love with someone else. He was my first serious crush. I love my boyfriend and he wants to marry me and give me everything, just give me the one thing you have been saying.

Confess ID : opmz36ax
Often, when I think about my future, it becomes a vastness that I cannot wholly imagine. The breadth of my fear at time passing- this thing I cannot control, and cannot slow down, pulls me- a little like my fear of heights and like a strong vacuum. It seems I am being drawn to something in the center that is terrible and addictive and intoxicating, and it's probably not that frightening! But my fear limits me, my time here on earth is limited, as is all of ours, and that makes me sad.

Confess ID : hhwmzg5w
I'm failing out of college. For the third time. For 6 years I've felt the overwhelming need to be normal and get a BA. I can't do it. Its not in my makeup. I've been googling "i failed out of college" (which is how i found this site), and have found nothing but sad stories. Drug addicts, depressives, and bloggers round off the list. Not too comforting. The creme de la creme of it though, is that my parents believe I am in good standing. Every semester I send them a fake report card. If i obtain all A's and B's, then they pay for the previous semester of school. How do I explain that away? How do I get any sort of rewarding career? Am I going to be a clerk or work retail the rest of my life?