| | 10283 | | I am haunted by that which I cannot change. | | | | | 10282 | | A lot of the time I think that being dead wouldn't be so bad. I'm not going to kill myself but if I got in a massive accident or something I don't think it would be such a bad thing. I also think its weird that I don't care whether I live or die. | | | | | 10281 | | I hate that I do everything for attention. I hate that I replay bad memories over and over in my mind like a broken record. I hate that Im afraid and insecure. I hate a lot of things, but I never change them. I hate that too. | | | | | 10280 | | i did some thing very bad and i feel like i'll always regret it | | | | | 10279 | | I think I have finally killed my demons. | | | | | 10278 | | he looks at me like i am the only one he will hold for the rest of his life...
yet inside i think i am longing to be free.... | | | | | 10277 | | I'm very tired of my life. It seems that no matter what I do - I always end up hurting people; me, my wife, my friends. I've been suicidal for a long time. I'm taking drugs to help with my depression and they have killed my sex drive. Yet everytime I look around, I see some woman that I'd like to have sex with. If a store clerk so much as SMILES at me, then I fall in love with her. I fall in love a million times a day. My wife is always questioning every little thing about me. I wish I had the balls to leave her. But I'm stuck in this life, and I just want to die. I'm in love with one former co-worker, as well as a couple of current co-workers. And all I want to do is just hurt myself so that I'll stop feeling like this. I'm doing some really evil things on the internet, too - trying to trap other guys like me - trying to spread unhappiness everywhere. What can I do to stop this??????
| | | | | 10276 | | I love the idea of crossdressing. I recently bought 4 pairs of high heels. Whenever I wear them, I feel strangly comfterble. When I don't I want to wear them. My close female friend told me "its called finding who you really are" and it warmed my heart so much to know she accepts me for who I really am | | | | | 10275 | | I skipped a date with my boyfriend on his birthday so I could try my first gang bang with 5 guys (2 were his friends)... i'm on the pill, but at the end they all came inside me in a row.
It was so hot I called his cell phone up while I was having sex and broke up with him | | | | | 10274 | | Where the fuck are all the sane, decisive women in the world? For some reason, I always get involved with women who, a few weeks into things, make me want to stab myself in the face with a soldering iron. | | |
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