Confession Point

When you must confess!

I work so hard to make my dream come true, but my girlfriend doesn’t understand how hard it is to start and run your own business. The economy is so bad and I’m lucky if I make a dime in profit.

She treats me with so much disrespect that I can barely stand to look at her and it’s all because of money. She covers most of her bills and food. She covers our rent, which a lot of the time I’ll admit can’t pay. I told her I couldn’t pay but she insisted that I move in.

She drives up the credit card and gets upset that I can’t give her any money b/c she’s in the debt she created.

Recently, I just started making some money to help pay rent but she is so evil with how she speaks to me. I’m sick of it … I’m so damn sick of it! I feel trapped like I can’t get out of this relationship without turning my whole life upside down.

I’ve been thinking about cheating, just to hurt her and make her feel like shit; she’s driving me to it.
Although, it would be better to break-up with her; I don’t see the point of her not feeling the way she makes me feel or worse

I want to wait until I make more money and treat her with the disrespect she treats me with, find another girl and leave. I can’t bare to be with her in my success, when she can’t stand by me respectfully when times are bad.

She doesn’t know business is picking up for me financially.

I don’t know I’m not a bad person . . . maybe I just needed to vent on here . . . maybe.


What can I do to get my boyfriend to have sex with me more…? he mostly sitting in front of computer and downloading porns! I think he likes to watch that instead of doing it….IDK.


ive been with my man for almost 4 years now. i loove him to death (i think). i work at a club as a dancer and of course i have to interact with alot of guys and most of the time its more acting and dramatics than anything. u know moaning, fuck faces, what ever it takes to get a guy going strong enough to make him want to spend his life savings on me. one night while danceing for this supersexy guy about 5 years older than me i found my self all off my husle and the tables turned. when it was over the guy some how he had managed to make me cum all over him and myself. The worse part of it all is i loved it but feel really guilty. i need a second opinion.


when i was 14 my mom caugh me jacking off she told me that all boys doin it then she grabed my dick and started to strok it she opend her robe and showed me her tits and stuck a finger up my ass i came all over hand that was 6 years ever since that we fuck every night she even puts on a strap dildo and fuck me up the ass i shure love my mommy


I’ve been watching lesbian sex scenes on youtube for a few years now.
Everyone thinks I’m a christian…I don’t know where I am with God…..
I’m so lost.


i really want my girlfriend to gain 50 pounds because then i would fuck her so hard she’d never need to be fucked again.

i really like chubby girls, shes kinda chubby. But I need some fat to grab a hold of i want to stuff her until her fat belly is so soft and squishy i could ejaculate.

i want to stuff her and have her pants rip and her shirt buttons pop that would make me so hard, i want to feed her so bad.


Its time to just come clean. This whole need for sex thing has kind of hindered me from gaining $100,000 and a new home. I need to let it go. Right when I begin to suceed, sex creeps up and I fall again. The road is getting tougher, I am getting older, and the money potential is getting way higher. I feel a new task coming along this is HUGE, and I also feel that sex game coming back again trying to get me to log on to the same websites and get the same “quick fix” then trying to explain to my girlfriend why it takes me so long to orgasm. Man its getting out of control but its okay because I know its in God’s hands and that’s where it needs to be. I am just ready to move on with my life and physically, let my other half handle anything I need for me. She is willing I need to use that to help transisiton me to the next step. But self-pleasure is not the answer. It is the Question. Why Do I do it? Because of Boredum? Because of depression? Because of Anger? Because Its the Question not the answer. Well know I know the Answer its God and the Question is the same. Why not do it?


i was in love with a guy who loved me back.
but i moved away.
and now he’s seeing other people.
and he tells me that if i were there, he’d be with me.
i won’t move back. no way.
i’m finding it hard to see new people.
i’m feeling ugly, unwanted, and small.
he seems to be falling in love with this new girl.
and as much as i want him to be happy.
i hate him for it.


so pretty much i think that i am suppose to be a nun. yeah i know that sound really weird, but i think i am called to be a nun.

also i really just had this change of heart where i don’t want to drink any more, don’t want to cuss, and don’t want to look at porn and masturbated. i really hate myself for that and i feel like crap. ugh, i have been trying to change myself and i failed.


I want him, I want to live with him, I wan to spend the rest of my live with him, I want to marry him.

One thing is standing in our way. My religion, I can’t be with a guy of a different faith, but I love him more than anything, and I’m starting to reject my religion more and more. He’s not against my religion and he never brings up the discussion of our religious difference negatively. But he doesn’t know It’s not allowed.

And it doesn’t help that we live 400 miles away from each other, and are only 15 and 17.

Sometimes I think he loves more than I love him.

Don’t get me wrong, I love him with all my heart, but maybe…just maybe, he’s got a bigger heart than I do.

I feel bad, I feel guilty, we have “I love you more” competitions and I’m always telling him I love him more, yet…I’m not so sure I do. :(((


Eu amo a Mia, amo a Beatriz e amo a Marlene. 3 mulheres, o que há em comum? O facto de todas elas terem passado por uma tragédia ou várias na vida delas. O facto de todas elas serem lindas, o facto de sem saber como acabo sempre por ser essas pessoas que me atraem e que acabo por me apaixonar. Pelo facto de ama-las e sentir o que elas sentiram ao longo da vida delas. Não sei porquê mas todas as pessoas que me atraem no inicio e que mais tarde acabo por as conhecer são uma Bea, Mia e Marlene. Porquê pergunto-me eu? Porquê? Porque acabo sempre por amar esse tipo de pessoas? Será a luxuria a chamar por mim? Se assim fosse porque é que o que eu sinto por elas é mais do que isso? Amo-as tanto. E estou completamente na merda. Porque a minha vida pára por causa disso. Por mais voltas que tento dar. Por mais tentativas que faço para seguir em frente. Por mais iniciativas que invento e tento fazer para esquecer tudo o resto. Tudo acaba por correr mal. Estou farto, de viver nessa merda de mundo, onde o individualismo reina, onde cada está por si, onde ninguém é capaz de olhar para o outro e ajuda-lo. Odeio isso tudo. Ao ponto a que chegamos. Sei que estou vivo mas sinto que tudo morreu ao tempo. As pessoas estão mortas por dentro, e como eu as entendo. A Mia e a Bea foram pessoas que tudo fiz para dar vida…e falhei. A Marlene é mais outra. Porque raio estou a apaixonar me de novo, por alguém que de certeza vai terminar da mesma forma que terminou com as outras duas.

[Translation: Portuguese » English]

I love Mia, Marlene and Beatriz. 3 women, which is in common? The fact that they all have gone through a tragedy or several of them in life. The fact that all of them are beautiful, the fact that I do not know how to always be those people that attract me and for me that I love. The fact that love them and feel what they felt over the life of them. I do not know why but all the people that attract me in the beginning and that later in the know are just a Bea, Mia and Marlene. I wonder why I? Why? Because I always loved by such people? Is luxuria calling for me? If that was why I feel it is more than that? I love them both. And I’m completely in the shit. Because my life stops because of it. For more laps I try to give. It attempts to do more to move on. For more initiatives that invention and try to do to forget everything else. Everything ends up wrong. I’m tired of living in that kind of world, where individualism reigns, where each is for you, where nobody is able to look the other and help him. I hate it. When we got the point. I know that I’m alive but I feel that all the dead time. People are dead inside, and I will understand. The Mia and Bea were people who did everything to give life … and failed. The Marlene is another. Why the hell am I love me again, by someone who certainly will end the same way that ended with the other two.


I invited my girlfriend at that time, to hang out with me and my little sister that day. First we made out, then I felt her around till she got wet. I slid my finger up her skirt and played around the opening. She moaned and told me to stop. I kissed her and kept my finger close to her clit, till I decided to explore…

So I finger fucked her behind a children’s splash area, with kids running around. We left and I fingered her again behind some bushes near the playground. She got so wet that we almost fucked, but my sister wanted to go home. So we went home and i fingered her to the point we almost had sex, till my mom came home. She didn’t see us but we had to stop since we were still out in the open.
She left and I sat inside the apartment stairwell licking my fingers….

She was pretty shallow if you know what I mean… Her Gspot wasn’t hard to find.
We broke up after, cuz she was scared that my mom knew… Oh well easy come, easy go. She wasn’t that good.
I’ll be posting more later.


I slept with my best friend’s ex boyfriend while he was trying to game her up.

I am not really sure about my sexuality


Do you see them? Do you see how they hurt? The vestiges of pain and regret? As clear as day they stripe my arm. The scars leave behind a memory…a torturous memory…

I was addicted to it. It wasn’t the pain, it wasn’t sting, it was satisfaction of retribution…

I would cut deep into my flesh and let the blood drip and drip on the ground…I’d paint the ground in pools of blood…my blood…

I’d keep a blade close…it was my friend…I was my enemy…

No one knows…but they all see, clearly can they peer…they don’t know my story…but they see the scars…of pain,of suffering,of life…

They murmur and judge amongst themselves…I wonder if they ever felt something so…so…deep…that tears wouldn’t suffice…do they know the meaning of pain?

But who really knows my pain? Is there someone? Anyone? Come to me, so that I might be healed.

So I can be……free.


i masterbate in places i shouldn’t like in workplace restrooms, resturant restrooms, and empty college classrooms


I’m pregnant…I’m 25 years old, which is normal but the fact that I’m also a dude makes everyone freak out…Why? :/


I have a confession to make, that I am becoming obsessed with a musician who I only know slightly as friends… and in my mind, he is in love with me too… I have evidence of this but I don’t know if I am losing touch with reality.

I look at pictures and videos of him everyday for the past week or so… I wish he were in my real life… my real life is starting to feel so empty… I feel that he is my soulmate.

I am so much like him, but I am inward in my world whereas he is always performing…

I first met him a year and a half ago, and I loved him right away but tried to hide my feelings because I didn’t think anything could happen. But every time I see him, he is so happy to see me and we talk for hours. But he has never tried very hard to contact me, outside of a few emails.

I am afraid because he is a public figure that I am indulging my feelings and getting being a fan mixed up with being a lover or a friend, and that I will ruin things by feeling too much… but if I keep pretending I DON’T feel as much then nothing will happen between us.

Confused, in love or something in between obsession and angst-ridden love?


I was born with a severely disfigured face. i am also mentally retarded. because of this i can be violent and dangerous sometimes, and because my face is so ghoulish looking it can be very scary for people. so my mom and brothers chained me to a wall in the basement where i just watched TV all day and lived on a diet of bar food and candy bars.

One day a bunch of kids from the neighborhood found me and helped me escape. we had a long adventure together, during which i had to pick sides against my own family who turned out to be totally evil selfish bastards, and in the end we were rich, famous, and still alive. well me and chunk eventually shacked up together and from time to time he will give me blowjobs and/or let me fuck him. i think he just feels sorry for me because even though im free to do whatever i want i still just sit in our basement and watch TV all day (and surf da net, obviously).

Anyways, i just wish god hadn’t made me be born a ghoul and gay and not even have a shot at getting into heaven when i die. it is so depressing that it makes me want to take my life, but i would only end up in a worse situation (hell). so i guess i just have to be happy to be alive and try to stay alive as long as i can. the thing is that when those kids “rescued” me from my family my whole world got flipped turned upside down. And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.


I prayed to God for the girl of my dreams but the girl of my dreams was really attracted to a bad guy who is really into cheating on his wife, so now I am stuck with the girl of my fantasies and I am just gonna have to live with that. I find it odd or entertaining that it happens to turn out that the only girl who will have me is the girl of my fantasies.

Clearly God has a unique sense of humor, cause I have a hard time understanding how the girl of my fantasies actually finds me devastatingly attractive, cause most your lesser totally hotties never find me attractive enough if at all. Though, it should be noted that this confession and/or complaint is probably temporary. Guess I am used to trusting myself to obtain the best I THINK I am worthy of, rather than letting God bless me with what HE thinks I deserve. I guess I just have to learn to be secure in the fact that God answered my prayer better than I even prayed it.

But what am I gonna do with my own never good enough self image? Think I will pass it to THAT guy, who’s name and number shall remain anonymous. Now, HE gets to possess my never good enough self image. And God tells me that is just fine, cause he needs a wake up call anyway. And you may find this confession a bit cheesy and even offensive or even unbelievable, but that is cause you probably never prayed to God to fulfill your wildest fantasies, so, you are presently stuck living the mediocrity of your dreams. And where is your faith? Probably in the mediocrity of your dreams. And should I prove to you God answered my prayer by showing you a picture of my devastatingly gorgeous wife? No, I will just remind you of how totally boring I look, how uninteresting is my bank account, and how socially retarded I am. Besides, most men have seen pictures of her anyway, but I have not even seen her Playboy spread!

Yes, no lie! I am a mostly dysfunctional and unsuccessful Christian guy, and God sends me a Playboy playmate with a long since misplaced faith. I actually prayed to God, please send me the most devastatingly beautiful, brilliant, and engaging Christian woman in the world, who will find me, ME, totally hot and exciting for the whole of our lives, and GOD SENDS ME A FORMER PLAYMATE!


I dont trust you.

I dont know why.

I just dont.

Why wont you fuck me and ravage me?

If you are lying to me and make me look like a fool, I will rage like I’ve never raged before. It will turn my heart black.

You have no idea what FTW really means.


I’m a total cunt. I dump my boyfriend after cheating on him, and I act like HE’S the bad guy. But I totally feel that way. I want him to come back and I have to give up.
This isnt much of a confession, i kinda want to kill myself. Im sick of who I am.


I have been in the military for 7 years. Well, a couple of years ago I befriended my supervisor. She is married with two children and her husband happens to also be in the military. Shortly after, she decided to get out of the military but me and her remained really close friends. We used to go out all the time…..out to eat, clubbin, and I used to go over to her house all the time. I would play with her children and me and her husband would make polite small talk when I happened to see him in passing. Around this time, I received orders to Korea and about a month or so later I found out that my friends husband received orders to Korea as well, only to a different base than me (2 hours away). My friend decided not to go to Korea with him due to their children but would be following him to his next base after Korea.

So, one day after I was settled at my new base, me and a friend decided to take a trip up to the other base. While shopping, I happened to run into my old Supevisor’s husband. We made the same small talk, only this time exchanged IM addresses. After I traveled back to my base, I added him to my IM.

One night about 3 months later, on another trip up yonder, I was at a club with a few friends. And there he was. Only this time things were much different. He was very flirtatious, a little touchy. He asked where I was staying and I told him. We left the club, I got my things from the hotel I was staying at, and we headed to his place. After arriving there, we listened to some music, was drinking on some cognac, and talking. Somewhere in between talking and listening to music, he started pulling me closer to him and telling me that he had always wanted me since the day he met me. He started kissing on my neck and my ears and then before I knew what was happening I was being led to his king sized bed.

The next morning, when my brain was clear from it’s drunken haze I thought about what I had just did. I thought it was just one of those drunk-night flings. But he woke up and we started going at it again.

I have taken a few other trips to his base to visit him. And while I always questioned myself as to what I was doing, I simply could not help myself.

Since both of us left Korea, he has IM’ed me out of the blue…telling me that he missed feeling my ass and tits and how he still thought about all the things we did to each other. All the while, I still keep in touch with his wife….his wife who wants to come visit me in Guam where I now am.


i had sex with 5 boys at the same time, i had never felt so good in my life. i plan on using drugs so we would not get tired easily and we had sex fof 6 hours. i could hardly walk. my pussy was all torn. now my pussy is as wide as hell. no one can have sex with me


I work at a club every weekend. The club manager’s girlfriend is out of state visiting her family. A few weeks ago I got the manager and myself really drunk. At the end of the evening I went to my car to warm it up and defrost the windows and he went with me. He told me that he was horny because his girlfriend was gone and I told him I was horny because he was in my car, so I talked him into letting me put my hands down the front of his pants and feel him up. He was very unsure about this and only let me feel for a few seconds. The next weekend I didn’t even ask for permission. I just shoved my hand down his pants and started massaging his dick. He said that he didn’t mind doing this as long as he was drunk. Obviously he’s not gay but curious. This past weekend he let me suck him off which was a lot of fun. But there’s no reciprocation. It’s all one-sided. When his girlfriend returns I’m sure this will end.


I am pissed I find this stuff on the computer of my old man. I must confess IF HE WANTS to do this stuff why can’t he do it with me or even tell me about weird shit like these little confession things …weird noone can
really be themselves in front of anyone


8th grade was amazing… I moved to a new country, had a girlfriend, and was pretty much cool with life! Things changed earlier that year when I was in a cab going home and the driver took a detour and abused me sexually. I think i could have stopped it but at the time i was just so shocked that i didnt know what to do…

I never told anyone… things that crossed my mind that my parents would be upset with me… i dont know why they would but its still there…

another thing is the place i was living deals on a lot of taboo in a bad way so it wouldnt be good for me

me and my girlfriend broke up, and now at 20, i have not had a real girlfriend, and also i have no idea if i even like girls or guys, complicated but i dont know… how am i supposed to figure out things!?!?!


I’m going to kill myself!! You see there is only so much a good man can take…when you try and do whats right over & over & over again…just to be let down..whats the point…I’ll say this..WHATS a LIFE without TRUE LOVE worth?? thats what i thought..Good BYE!!


One day, a black man stole my bike while I was playing Pokemon red. I’ll never forget that day. He was wearing a black hoodie and I was in my backyard when I heard my bike start to go from its rack and when I checked on it all I saw was two white eyes.

I want my bike back.


i am not attracted to men..i am more attracted to females….i been interested in women since i was 13 years old…YES..I AM A LESBIAN


a girl i know and am somewhat friends with gives her 9 month old daughter alcohol and gives her xanax. she already has a tolerence to alcohol and kinda craves it. i hate her for doing this and she is going to kill her kid. they need to take the kid from her.


My brother and I fondled each other and touched each other’s privates when we were REALLY young. I think one or both of us might have been molested either by a babysitter or a parent because we didn’t seem like it was a big deal until afterward and then vowed to never speak of it again.


For at least a couple years now I have secretly been fantasizing about having intimate encounters or sometimes even sex with my boyfriend’s mother! I’m guessing it’s because I have this OCD thing where I’ll meet someone who I really like or who I feel has this inner connection with me and so I can’t stop thinking about them, regardless of their gender and sometimes that innocent crush turns into fantasies, even if they are retarded one’s that don’t make any since. I’ve kind of struggled with the idea that I might be a little bit bi-sexual because I’ve had girl fantasies before but every time I start picturing doing sexual things to the female I’m thinking about I suddenly get really turned off and no longer fantasize anymore. So maybe I’m attracted to the idea of doing something “scandalous” that’s different than the relationships I normally have but when it comes down to it I still prefer my regular opposite sex relationships in regards to the sexual attraction component? I’m sure I’ll figure that part out on my own but why I’ve picked my future mother-in law as a person to fantasize about I’m not sure. It’s kind of messed up…


I love tickling… I have dreamed that my feet are being tickle by a pretty woman, but it was just a dream, that repeats every night…

Only once I had the chance to tickle a pretty girl…and that was so fantastic. It was very short, maybe less than a minute, and she was using a very soft white socks…. I remember the moment of my first contact with that feet… I was so excited… I felt her warm feet…I got a little sensation of them slightly wet… Then I started tickling, very slowly… She saw me, and laugh in a discreet manner…

oh my god….

That was the best minute of my life…


I signed up for a forum of gaming,
Before I knew it I was a target of flaming,
What did I do, I thought carefully,
These barbarians attacking me, causing to flee,
back to another gaming forum, back to the ease
of all my buddies begging to be pleased,
awaiting my next blog post, I soon came to,
my 300th rambling of hypocritical, whinging poo,

Over time I think to myself, I caused this trouble,
attempted to fix it yet made it double,
without any courage to face the hoard,
I stay inside the safety of my gaming board,
so I sit here in the comfort of this lot,
in the humble barracks of ol’ GameSpot.

Yeah, I got banned from a board for being an idiot. But, I’ve come to face it, and accept it. Thank you, everyone.


i had sex wid my ex like anal and everthnn and NO 1 noess cuzz lusin ur Virginity is a HUGE thng where i come frm and it hurtss tthat i lostt it i alwayz wanted to save it till i got marriedd and lose to myy husbandd
i cry soo muchh at timess wen my frndzz brag abt how deyy stil havv thers
fuckk WHYD i doo it :'(


im 13
never had a boyfriend
relly want one
i never kissed a guy
but relly want to
i have this fantasy
tht i relly want 2 comee true
tht one day in front of everyone at skewl
some boy just runs up to me and
starts makin out with me out of nowher
this is kinda wierd?


My friend tld me she has 2 std’z, when she got raped.
We’ve been through alot we where almost a couple but we had sum problems wit it..and during all these yearz we’ve been tlkin sum ting I believe her about den sumtimes i tink she’s lyin to me..i beleave she may have 2 std’z but i dont beleave dat she got raped..cuz 4 1 she dresses like a hoe..and shes a sex am i wrong 4 tinkin she’s lyin about dis or wat??…Another ting she’s alwayz depressed…Wat cn i do about dat..when i tink shes lyin about it sumtmes.And how shld and can i confront her about her lyes and how i dont bleave her…but i mean no mata wat i still got friendly love 4 her..??…need sum help ppl..


For my boyfriends 16th birthday we had a big shindig at his house and he got pass out drunk. But i was still so horny. when everyone had passed or gone to sleep i went to have a shower and wash off the alcohol and his 22 year old brother snuck in on me. at first i was shocked and tried to cover myself up as he climbed into the shower and cornered me, but as soon as he pinned me against the wall and slid his fingers into me i let him.

He ended up pulling he fingers out and shoving his 7 inch dick into me as hard as he could and it never felt so good. i went to sleep that night in his bed with his left hand on my tits and right fingers in my slit.


stop getting on my computer im not a werdo or desperate mr police or whatever goverment agency u r thank u


at my best friends Halloween party me and his fourteen year old brother locked ourselves in his room to go to sleep un-bothered by any of the other party guests. i woke up a little later with his hand down my undies. i didn’t mean to but it got me horny as he started rubbing me and i got moaning. i sucked his til he was hard then sat on his dick


Im in love with a pimp. He never told me anything “slick” or lied to me to get what he wanted [I WISH I HAD ASKED] . his bestfriend was dateing my best friend so without knowing anything about him I fucked him, it was awesome. by the third time I was already addicted. I wasnt sure what to make of the relationship.

He would pick fuck me in the most passionate manner possible, then take me home. I couldnt help my self at 19 much like the sex i was falling hard and fast he was in his mid 20’s. He knew what say what to do were to touch. i have a weakness for great massages and he definately had the midas touch. After two months of the best sex ever he asked me to move in with him. i dint understand we had never officially agreed to the whole boyfrind girlfriend deal. I mean thats what i wanted but that would have been just to damn good to be true. he’s got his own money own house own car he showers everyday and he has brains. i thought it was a trick question. I thought i had enough bad experiences to know the differences between love and lust, and this was definitely love. eventually i packed my shit and went for it. I couldnt stand the thought of a broken heart again so i told my self that no matter what i was gonna do what ever it took to make this work. i cold have never prepared my self for what was next.

he had never mentioned her before and didnt say very much that day besides “oh yeah, this is old girls room” as if I was supposed to have known who the fuck “old girl” was. i applied at the gentlemans club the day before i moved in with them. the next day when he picked me up for work i trid to open the back door to put my things in the car when the window cracked and a pettite nicely manicured hand popped out. she was pretty and cool as shit. I didnt know what to do besides smile and smoke til i was to high to care about the thousand questions running through my mind . that was 4years ago. my parents love him. My grandmother even has a picture of him in her liveing room. I actually love the thought of knowing that hes fucking other girls and i know all about them rather than past relatonships when i found out about other girls the hards way. i dont think i could breath without him but how will i ever tell the people who care about me the most that I dance at a topless bar making almost 1000 dollars a day and go home and gives it all up to this pimp who i fell madly in love with way to hard & way to fast they think is simply my boyfriend. where will i start? help me please


… ok, even when ppl dont know who i am i feel stupid about saying whats wrong. i cant talk to anyone, i feel stupid about my feelings, i think it might be because when i was younger, when i would cry, my mom would usually say ” either stop crying or go to your room, no one wants to see that”.. but i dont know. i hate the way i look, i am probably have the lowest amount of confidence ever, i always wear my hoodie because i feel like everyone is staring at my “fat” cuz im not skinny but im not fat, im just in the middle, but i feel disgusting, i always see my flaws… i dont even know how to take a compliment, i just feel weird. idk…

my family is so fucked up, and i feel like they hate me. my eldest brother *Abe* ignored me for like a year for no reason…like, i went to my brother *dan’s* house for a cook out and he was there, and he wouldnt even make eye contact with me, and he talked to everyone BUT me… then like 20 mins later he went to sleep… even now, i feel like crying cuz of it… i mean, do you know how that feels, im the youngest out of all my siblings (im 16 now, oldest sib. is 32) and when that happened i was only like 15, it hurt so bad, and he didnt even have a reason to do it… my mom said it was cuz the age diff. (hes like 25) but he was perfectly fine talking to my niece who is 11… and i have like 2 friends cuz no1 likes me, i never tell anyone how i feel, cuz i feel stupid and i dont even have a “best friend” and every friend i have always just leaves me, and treats me like shit, and i never stand up for myself… i hate it… and the person who used to be my best friendjust stopped talking to me, and she left me when i really needed her, …. u know how many times i have actually thought about suicide… more than i can count, i doubt id ever do it though.. i just feeling shitty all the time andhave no one there for me… i cant handle it… i dont know what to do…

and im not trying to make anyone feel bad for me or w/e i just wanted to tell someone even though they dont know me cuz i have never told anyone any of the way i feel and think.. ppl just see me as happy funny stupid acting jess, and they have NO idea about unhappy i actually am…
p.s- im not doing this to have ppl feel bad for me, and i tell u this cuz, even doing this, i feel stupid. =[




I have a 4 inch penis and feel like no girl would want to have sex with only 4 inches…or me. Maybe it’s all the porn I watch. Maybe my hairy back also has to do with that belief.


This is a true confession, I had to get it off my chest.

Well, when I visited my Grandma’s home for Christmas break, my aunt and uncle where living there also. I never met my aunt until the day I visited Grandma. She was hotter than I expected, but she also had hot feet too. Now, I couldn’t just ask her for a foot rub or maybe even worship, so I did the next best thing. At night when everyone was sleeping, I would sniff her shoes and socks endlessly. The stronger the odor the better. Even after she wore them after the family went out sometimes. I feel dirty, but aroused and confused. She’s my aunt, I find her pretty attractive too. I’m kinda sickened by it too, but I fantasize sometimes about rubbing her feet, licking her soles gently, sucking her beautiful toes, and smelling those odors. She’s family and I’m really confused by it. I try to sneak a sniff whenever I visit and it sure turns me on!


So I’ve been with this girl for about a good two years. For a good portion of our relationship I’ve been the “ideal” boyfriend that any girl would love. You know that special attention, listening, little gifts here and there just to let her know how special she is, willingness to talk; you know, the unconditional I love you with all my heart type of attention- she neglected it.

And during all this time I’ve been in love with another girl. Another girl that I knew in high school and until this very day, I am still in love with her. Her and I share everything, and I mean everything in common! I know she still has feelings for me as I do for her. But for some reason I cannot break up with my girlfriend. She’s a great girl now, super sweet and rarely ever asks for anything in return for her graciousness, but I feel like she’s just putting on a facade. She’s also brought out a side of me that I don’t even know.

And this other girl, well she is simply amazing. Everyone loves her, she’s everyones friend, and everytime we see each other, it’s like nothing’s changed- we always flirt back and forth in a sort of aggressive kind of way even in front of her boy. I just don’t know what to do. There’s so many factors in this… My best friends don’t even like my current girlfriend.. In fact… they hate her stinkin guts! I had a shot with this other girl before but I think I may have ruined that by now, haha, yeah ruined.


My sister is a drunk, and I hate her now. Usually ONLY when she drinks. But she’s NOT a very nice person anymore, even when she’s NOT drinking. She and I were SO CLOSE growing up too. We were the best of friends, and now I don’t even like her, and it makes me so sad. If she wasn’t my sister, she wouldn’t be someone I would EVER want as a friend. Even when she’s NOT drinking she’s a loud foul mouthed negative person. My other sister committed suicide a couple years ago, and I miss her SO MUCH! So you’d think, that me and my last remaining sister would have become closer. INSTEAD, we only grew even farther apart. Last time she got drunk, she beat the shit out of me, becasue I wouldn’t give her a cigarette. We get along just fine, when she’s NOT drinking, BUT I still don’t like her much as a person, anymore.:-( Ugh… What should I do????


I slept with my guy friend. At first I was a bit wary when he told me to bend over and count my toes. But when I got to toe # 4 I felt ok about it all.

So ne wayz we sexored for 14 hours. at the end of it i was shitting out dickskin cause he must have rubbed off in me.

now i’m all aroused and i’m eating chocolate pretending i’m a girl outta 2 girls 1 cup.

Thats all i have to say about that

By Brad Innes.


I’m a fucking heinous megalomaniac mess that also ends up devoting too much of myself to the wrong people. I try to play tough girl all the time, and my legacy of debauchery and social magnificence preceeds me. However, deep down I really wish I could settle down with just one.. perfect.. dude. I have a serious case of ADD when it comes to the attention of men, so I typically end up screwing myself by not sticking around, or i try to stick around with a nut job. What am I supposed to do?


I love my girlfriend, but I don’t love her that much.

I only think about her about 10% of the time when I masturbate, and I like to talk dirty to girls I meet on myspace and send them naked pictures (they love those).

Anyway, I managed to seduce a girl who lives in my building and I think I might have a chance to fuck her. The problem is she doesn’t know I have a girlfriend, so if my girlfriend comes for a visit, then I’m afraid she’s going to find out!

If I AM going to get caught by my GF, I won’t cheat on her, but if I won’t, then I think I would love to!