Confess ID : ulaaf3tl
This is a few confessions.
I want to fuck the first girl i ever made out with (leanne). even though it was more than 2 years ago, and we haven't talked much since, every time we see eachother, we flirt. im not that attracted to her. but i want her soo bad
my girlfriend (sarah) isn't treating me like a boyfriend. she dosen't want to hang out, ever, and she dosen't want to kiss and the sex has tapered off (we've been together for 2 years, since i was 16). ever since she got back from flordia..she say she needs time to figure things out..she's emotionaly unstable.and her mom laughs at her when she cries..she needs me, but i need a girfriend that dosen't need me that bad, i can't have someone be dependent on me, i can't even depend on myself..
recently..i hung out with a friend of mine that sarah dosen't like, her name is alex..and i had the best night of my life at one of alex'es parties, and got totaly trashed.woke up on her couch..and spent most of the day with her. she has a boyfriend that she's been with for over a year. but i have this undying crush on her, and i want more than anything to be with her. i've wanted it since my freshman year in highschool, i saw her in the halls, then i met people that knew her, then i got to know her, and we became the best of friends. then sarah decided she didn't like her and so alex and i stopped talking, and i had a wall covered in pictures and things that alex gave me over the years. and sarah took it down, because she was jealous and insecure. alex got mad at me for being soo whipped, but now that sarah and i are at a bumpy point, alex and i are becoming friends again, and im starting to get a crush on her again, reallly bad. and i don't mind that sarah dosen't seem to love me, as long as alex talks to me. i think we had a thing, alex and I, we hung out, and kissed, and i could've died right there with everything i had always wanted. i don't know why i didn't go for her, i dont know what happened. my love life is always a wreck, and i want alex to know that i love her more than anything, more than i ever loved sarah. sarah was just a fling that never died.and i will always love alex. and i fear that i always will.only. she won't love me back how i love her..i dont know I DONT KNOW..
i bet that 75% of you guys skipped this one, i definatly would have
Confess ID : pclnpfcf
When i was in high school, i missed a day of class because i was sick. when i went back in the following day, i had a really bad stomach ache. but i ignored it and went to class. apparently i had missed a test the other day, so i was sent to the library across to hall to go take it.
about halfway through the test the pain in my stomach intensified. it was literally unbearable. i started squirming around in my chair, but knew i had to stay in the library and finish the test that i was only like two thirds of the way through. i kept going for a few minutes until i felt something really odd.
i'd shat in my pants. not just a little bit, either. full-blown diarrhea that was leaking down my legs and smelled terribly. luckily i was in a secluded corner of the library so no one saw or heard what i had done.
now i was panicked. what the hell was i supposed to do now? the period was just about over and i was nowhere near finished with my test, but i felt i had no real choice. i got up and waddled back to my classroom, trying to appear inconspicuous. i knew by that point that the back of my jeans were soaked through and could be seen anyone, but i didn't feel i could do anything but go into the room, hand the test in and ask for a pass to the bathroom. and somehow, i managed to do it without getting anyone's attention.
i quickly ran to the bathroom i knew almost no one ever bothered to use. i got into a stall and pulled my pants down. it was even worse than i'd thought. my underwear was literally bulging with shit and it was leaking down my legs onto my shoes and socks. i was not thinking clearly and couldn't make myself touch my shoes, so i took out a pen and started ripping through my underwear to get them off. after a couple minutes i managed and tossed them into the garbage nearby. i then began the lengthy process of trying to clean myself off. it didn't work very well.
i knew i was going to have to get out of school by this point. there was absolutely no way i could go through the day like this. so i went to my next class, now a few minutes late, and asked for a pass to the nurse's office so i could get a ride home. my teacher gave it to me quickly because she knew and liked me (and probably smelled me).
i went as quickly as i dared down the halls, hoping no one would look twice at me. then one of my teachers did; she was there to watch the halls this period. she asked to see my hall pass and then tried talking to me a little. i'm sure i confused her a bit by acting like i was in such a hurry, but i did have a legitimate hall pass so she let me go.
i walked into the nurse's office and was immediately appalled by two things i hadn't counted on: first, there were other people in this small, small room. and two, i would have to *tell* one of the nurse's my excuse for having to go home.
i walked up to the counter hesitantly, horribly embarassed at what was about to happen next. i told the nearest nurse that i needed to call my parents and get a ride home (it was only ninth grade, i wasn't old enoguh for a drivers license yet or anything). when she asked why, i told her in the smallest voice you can imagine:
"i went to the bathroom in my pants."
to her credit, she didn't balk at me or anything, just pointed to the phone and said to call. which i did, and i explained to my mom the embarassing and demeaning situation i was in. she tried to rationalize it by saying "oh, you must still be getting over the flu!" yeah mom, because everyone shits their pants in the middle of a public place when getting over the flu.
so then i had nothing to do but wait. i sat down uncomfortably in the chair furthest from everyone else in the office until my father, who was closer to the school than my mom, came in fifteen minutes later and picked me up.
sitting in the car with him, my ass lifted a foot above the seat so i didn't leak shit onto his car was somehow even more horrifying than walking through the school like this was. but we managed to get home where i ran into the bathroom and stripped and showered.
then my mom washed my pants, because i really liked them and wanted to be able to wear them again tomorrow. sick, huh?
i really, really wish this story was a lie. but it is 100% true and it is by far my worst memory. i hope you enjoyed reading this disgusting tale.
Confess ID : mb1yrqdx
I was a self confessed man whore. i had loose morals, i slept around, i was a womaniser. however you put it, it all means the same thing. i was like this until i met my girlfriend. ive had girls and girlfriends in the past, but none like her. she is perfect. completely. i dont know what i did to deserve her.
today we were mucking around and she called me a whore in jest. mockingly, i asked how she could call me that when she was one. it was a joke. she denied it, i said bull and said ‘how many people have you slept with?'
stupid mistake.
shes young, not much younger than me. able to drink or drive, but still young. i assumed it would be a couple of people, but it was more.
before we were going out we would fool around, but never sex. sex was how i thought she let me know i was special to her. i know it sounds like i have double standards, and i beat myself about it. she knew my history. i assumed hers. she means more to me than anyone ever has, but now i feel ordinary - just another guy shes seeing, another guy, nothing overly special.
it cuts me from the inside.
it hurts more than any other pain i have felt.
i am just another guy shes seeing, another guy, nothing overly special.
