I puked on a ride at the carnival in front of a bunch of people from my school. I was so embarrassed by it, that I pretended to pass out. I didn’t “wake up” until I was in the car with my mom when she came to bring me to the hospital, which wasn’t until about 15-20 minutes later.
I was fine. Nothing was medically wrong with me, I just had motion-sickness, but I ended up scaring all my friends and my mom. One of my friends told me she thought I was dead.
People talked about it for weeks after and treated me like I had some terminal illness. People who never talked to me before were acting like they were my friends and that they cared about me, and I hated it. My friends still bring it up every now and then and talk about how scared they were for me. I just pretend I don’t remember any of it.
Next time I throw up in front of people, I’d rather laugh about it than make everyone think I passed out.
Anonymous on March 2nd 2008 in Regret
I have nothing valid to confess actually…..im just pouring out all the chaos n turmoil im my mind….life’s going fine but the scars that my previous relationship has left have become sour … i think of myself as a person bereft of human feelings … im not cribbing over past happenings but im laughing at myself for doing all those things.The last thing i wanna sound like is EMO… no depression bullshit ….no cuttin hand …..’
Only thing is that i feel im inadequate in the sense that if i ask out another girl ill be turned down….and there are other issues like lust …. you know the feeling when you look at a girl ..you hate her at the same time youre sexually attracted towards her….well a girl in my class sits right in front of me and i get so turned on by her ….**** shes so hot ….
So these are the things i go thru ,thanks for listening
p.s hope it gets published cuz it would really help.
anon on March 1st 2008 in Confused, Guilt
I can’t stop being abusive to my cats. I love them so very very much and when they ignore me I snap. I torment them and beat the shit out of them. I dangle them by their tails, their legs, their scruffs. I throw them up in the air. I flick their heads. I soak them. What I do is disgusting. And then I cry. I think that’s why I do it. I don’t know what to do. I love them so much and they don’t deserve any of this.
Jill on March 1st 2008 in Guilt
My favorite band and best friend are the only things keeping me alive at the moment.
I know how cliche this sounds but no one really gets it. I hate myself beyond belief and I’m 99% sure I can’t get into any sixth form and my life and all the dreams will be ruined.
suicide just seems so appealing right now. Sometimes, I wish I didn’t have those two things keeping me here so that it would be easier to go.
Anonymous on March 1st 2008 in Fear