| | 10318 | | i never got to have sex with my ex girlfriend i dont know why either, but all i want to do is to bang the hell outta her, i dont want to go back out with her but i wanna fuck her sooooo badly | | | | | 10317 | | i hate both of my friends girlfriends, they are both bitches, they are going to fuck up both of my friends lives and so far have ruined any attept of having any fun at all. | | | | | 10316 | | When I was young my parents would take me to the park and the first thing I would do was pick up dog poop and put in my mouth.
| | | | | 10315 | | I am in a near constant state of awe with the wonders talented people can create. So much modern art in the form of digital media easily equals or betters art of previous ages and yet goes utterly distained simply because it appears on a screen rather than a wall. | | | | | 10314 | | I hate being around people. Everything about everyone else annoys me. All day I want nothing more than to get away from everyone. But then when I do, I end up feeling more alone then ever. So I try to live through movies and words, reading about other's experiences. Reading about love. And I get more lonely. Yet I still can't stand to be around anyone. | | | | | 10313 | | There's so much going through my head right now, and I am not sure what to make of it all. It's like one big hurricane in my mind, but I hope to see clear skies ahead. | | | | | 10312 | | A few days ago I read a story about a girl who was abused in terrible ways by her parents when she was a child. Beaten by her mother, molested by her father, picked on and bullied at school. Then she meets another girl whom she comes to love and who loves her. Someone she finally feels safe with. Life would be empty and meaningless without her. The two girls grow up together.
They are attacked one night in a park. Waking up in the dirt after being beaten and raped, she finds the broken body of her lover lifeless under a tree. The most terrible part of the story is that it was based on the life of the writer. I can't even begin to imagine any amount of pain so great. | | | | | 10311 | | i'm caught choosing between my husband and the girl i'm in love with. i never should have put any of us in this situation, but it's too late now, and i don't know what to do. if i leave him, i'll be alone, because i don't think it would work out between me and her. if i stay with him, i will have this constant desire to be with her. and now, we can't even hang out anymore, since i told him i was attracted to her....i've really destroyed everything. | | | | | 10310 | | I keep reading more of this stuff and each time I think that my mind has been so blown by it that nothing better could ever possibly come along, something that shines all the brighter is found and my head is shattered to pieces again. | | | | | 10309 | | Its amazing what being lied to for a long period of time, by someone you mistakenly gave your trust, can do to you. Its a strange feeling. Its not that you hate the person or even that you are mad at them, you just don't care to speak to them, almost like you don't consider them to be human anymore.
Having them characterize you as some kind of stalker who just can't let go, now that will make you mad enough to hate them. | | |
<< Previous Next >> |
| |
| | \di·vulge\, v. i. 1. To make known (something private or secret) 2. Archaic. To proclaim publicly
the idea is for anyone to anonymously confess to anything. it actually feels kind of good to know that someone will read it.
this is completely confidential. no information about you or your computer is stored. in fact, we only collect the text you type, the date, and a random number.
|
