Secret Confessions

Me and my best friend’s little brother (he’s my age, she’s a year older) got drunk and had sex. She thought we just made out and was still pissed at us for a long time. If she knew the whole story…

I discovered that my friends boyfriend had killed someone and I turned him in.

My school friends think they’re smarter than me. The truth is, I am a hidden, talented genius.

I will always be the well known, popular, number one artist in school. You can’t steal my fame away.

I think I am afraid of men or something :
I always think that all of them just want sex, and if they say something nice to me it is because they want sex, etc. I like them when they look young, much younger than what they are, I guess they "innocent boy look" makes me feel more comfortable. But still they all just want sex, don’t they?
Plus lately I realized that I am probbly bi-sexual.
I am 21 a person my age shouuld already know.
I feel so stupid about all of this. :(

I am jealous of those who are born with mixed races. They are so unique, unlike me.

I lie to my friends about my nationality. I hate my country. I wish I was British. Noone can tell because I am from a British private school and that I’ve been acting like a normal Brit citizen all my life. I will always be British at heart.

I’m taking up something for my degree which I really hate (and giving up something I really love) because I want to get a permanent residence in the U.K. and this is the only way in which I can get a job and a working visa. If I don’t get my permanent residence certificate, I’d probably breakdown and commit suicide because my hard work will mean NOTHING in the end.

I feel like God picks on people and sometimes I scream at him when I’m alone.

I was only a child, approximately 8 years old and yet, apparently I was older than my years. I went into one of the rooms in our house, to get something or put something into the wardrobe. I obviously sensed a presence since I turned to look at the back of me and there, standing and hiding behind the door was a man. I recognized the man, he was a workmate of my Mum’s. Not a word was spoken but we looked directly into each others’ eyes for several, very long seconds then I simply continued on getting or putting and left the room. I have no recollection of anything pertaining to that incident since. There was never a mention of it that I can remember. I do not recall my Mum sitting me down to confer and instill the need for secrecy for my part and yet, I knew that my secrecy was imperative. My Mum and I have a very close friendship and we do discuss other affairs, with men, that she has had. However, to this day, that particular event has never been discussed or even eluded to. I can only surmise that the affairs that she willingly discusses must have some justification, in her mind and this particular one was more errant and deceiteful.

How extraordinary that an eight year old child holds the ability to discern or judge what is true, right or wrong, or harmful and instictively exercises a course of action that pledges allegiance. That the innocent child can have such a strong feeling of devoted attachment and affection to ascertain that being loyal to one’s family and preserving it’s harmony is imperative is astounding.

I often find myself thinking, as I look into the eyes of an innocent child, what wisdom lurks there?

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I feel terrible every day that I am away from my mother. I have a great fear that once she is gone I will regret every day I spent away from her. This is my biggest fear in life. I feel like moving away from my hometown was a mistake, but I have been gone for so long I don’t know how to go back.