Anonymous confessions!

#118 Y’all thirsty ass motherfuckers ----quote dazai

#119 I wanna tie her up and make her submit to me

#120 “It wasn’t the act, but the chase, the victory, the heap of clothes on the floor, that gave him pleasure. “

#121 I love happy go lucky girls, I always wonder what they look like when they are all tied up and gagged. Not so happy go lucky any more

#122 NICO NICO NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Yeah muffin u need to teach that 108-person a taste of reality :P #123 Why is Panda so popular with the guys, I wish I had half his popularity

#124 I am not sure how many will be able to figure out who is writing this. But if you do manage to figure it out, I ask that you would please not spread it out among the site, and only address it with me. I wish to share my life story, not because I want people to feel sorry for me. I want to just get it off of my chest. It is more of a catharsis for me. Besides, maybe this might help someone feel better about their situation or something like that. I have moved on from many of the bad things that have happened to me, but even to this day I still live with the pressure from my past since parts of my life story are still very active in my life as I speak. I grew up with abusive parents, my father being the prime abuser. Everyday was the same thing, constant screaming and his fists breaking through doors and walls. My mother, despite not being a physical abuser, would constantly threaten me day in and out. I was constantly told that I would never be successful unless I did exactly as I was told, not being allowed to make decisions for myself. As you would guess I was not very comfortable around my parents. Even if I had an accidental injury I would be yelled at for getting hurt, and I am talk about like "oops I tripped and fractured my wrist" kind of stuff. Eventually my mother finally had a realization that my father was not very good to be around, so their divorce began. Once that started, the courts demanded that I would see a psychiatrist. During my visits I was diagnosed with ADD, which later I found out to be false, and was then put on ADD medication that I did not need. So basically my brain was getting all messed up because I was on a medication that I was not supposed to have. During the whole divorce process I was introduced to my Step-father. He was no better than my real father. In some cases worse than my actual father. While he is not as violent, he certainly likes to be intimidating. Threatening to make your life worse if you don't do as he says. On top of that he is extra greedy. So after the whole divorce process was over, he made it very clear that I was only allowed to eat what he wanted to eat. I have many allergies, so this was a problem for me. He did not want to "waste money" on what he thought was stupid health foods because it was too expensive. So while he refused to buy a single bag of salad for a dollar he would be more than willing to spend $1000 on a gun in a heartbeat. So because I was forced to eat so many unhealthy foods I was allergic too, I quickly gained weight like crazy. At which case only made life for me even harder since I was under pressure to lose weight, but no matter how much I exercised I would not lose any. I barely ate as well. As time went on I began to notice one of my eyes was acting up. It turned out that my left eye had a bad case of strabismus (crossed eye). So I later I had to get surgery for it and had to be home-schooled while I recovered. Also after my surgery I went to see a different psychiatrist. This one realized that I shouldn't be on ADD meds since I was just a regular kid. So I was taken off of my meds and put into rehab since I was addicted to my meds. Once I returned back to school, I was picked on for having been out of school for what ended up being 6 months. Several rumors had spread around me, like I was a drug addict or I had dropped out of school. So while working my way back into the student body at my school, my mother started to not do well. She started having seizures and whenever she did, my step-father would just stand there and yell at her for having a seizure... Like that's going to help right? So she started going in for doctor appointments and surgeries and funny enough it changed her as a person. She started getting nicer. So I was able to connect with my mother for the first time in my life... But just as that was happening, she decided to just ban me from pursuing any of my interests. So while my mother was nicer, she was stricter. So no more anime, games, and books for me... just studying. I had to get rid of so many things that I had enjoyed which helped me to cope with the stressful environment I grew up in. While living as a slave to school for several years I managed to get a few injuries. To make a long story short, let's just say my back and left foot are bad and standing and walking really hurts... like a lot. Anyways by the time I finished high school my mother fell very ill with congestive heart failure. So while I was finishing high school and throughout my time in college, I was tasked with being her caretaker. After several years of being treated like some disposable rag by my mother as I took care of her... I snapped. I didn't do anything physically aggressive to hurt anyone at home, I just started yelling one day. Just yelling about everything I was tired of. So how did my "oh so very loving parents" take this? I got threatened with being kicked out. But I couldn't leave because I was my mother's caretaker.... and shame on me for leaving a sick person right? So I endured it for several more years and well thankfully I managed to make it work. I somehow got my mother to not be a total jerk to me and I can finally pursue what I enjoy once more. I guess my mother is on a good set of medication or something and I hope she doesn't have to go back to the way she used to be. I am now close to my mother, though from time to time she still like to try to control me on things, but all I have to do now is gently say I'm not interested. Still life is okayish now. It is difficult taking care of someone who is ill, especially with my bad back and foot. Recently I discovered I had heart problems as well. For someone so young it is unusual to get such a illness... but considering how I was being treated for my how life... it kinda makes sense. So thankfully because of my doctor I am now able to eat better and thankfully I am getting better too. Just by changing my diet I am losing lots of weight and my heart is slowly getting better. At this moment my heart is only slightly enlarged and in a few months it should be back to normal. Best of all, I didn't need any meds for this either. So while my upbringing was painful, it still kinda worked out in the end. My step-father is still a jerk too, but he is calming down slowly as well. I guess the moral of the story is, there is always light on the other side of the tunnel, no matter how long it is, it is there. And I am glad I am ever closer to that light. One day I will be able to live my own life and pursue the career I wish to have. If you read this, I am grateful for the time you spent reading it. Sorry if it was all over the place since I am just putting down my thoughts about my past but regardless, thank you for reading it. Sincerely, One Tired Soul

#125 I like me. I think I'm pretty and I'm cool.... but somehow I still think that I don't deserve love. Would you really give up so much to be with me? I'm so used to sexual abuse and messed up relationships, I'm weak, jobless....ect. Why would you want that?

#126 I Wonder if ohnoes still be on his High horse if he was single again or Never had GF in his life?

#127 simplycris I hope you Rot in hell