I can’t keep food around. I spent so many years starving myself, that now if it’s there, i can’t resist it. I binge eat until it’s all gone, but i only do it alone and at night.
Your boyfriend touched me up last night where you couldn’t see him doing it. We were all drunk and I kept slapping him away but he gradually kept doing it again. At first it didn’t bother me but now I’m realising how ****** up it was. I feel like it’s sort of my fault. You live together and if I tell you then it’ll rip your fragile world apart. So I won’t.
Today was the first day I tried tapping down my breasts. I’m a 34DD. I’m also a National Honor Society student, an All A’s student, an academic decathlon member, and I’ve won state history fair.
I have the future in front of me, but i’ll never be what I want to be most; a boy.
The freedom and joy I felt by getting rid of my breasts for 10 minutes before I couldn’t breathe was better than any award, metal, or recognition that I’ve ever gotten.
sometimes I lie awake wishing that I died instead of her..
I slept with my boss a few weeks ago, when we were both totally drunk. Today, I found out that I’m pregnant. His wife died a few months ago, and he’s raising their only son on his own. I haven’t told him yet, but I know that if I do I’ll say that I’m not in love with him. But that will be a lie, because I am. And I have been for a long time.
Nearly 3 years ago when I was 17 I went to a party with a couple of friends. It was the first time I had ever drunk alcohol and being young and stupid, I ended up drinking far too much. At some point I lost my friends and ran into a guy who commented on how smashed I was. He then grabbed me and forcefully pulled me into a bedroom, I tried to fight againt him but I was drunk and confused and only really realised what was happening when he slammed the door and pinned me on the bed. I fought him as hard as I could and I thought I got away from him but he was stronger than me and he grabbed me and pinned me ont the floor and took off my clothes. I was a virgin at this time, and innocent to pretty much all sexual activity. But he did things to me, he humiliated me and hurt me and raped me and laughed about it.
For about a week I felt dirty and disgusted. I never told a single person what happened and still haven’t to this day, because I felt like it was my fault for being so drunk and so stupid and that I deserved it all. I felt like sharing it would just show people how weak and stupid I am.
But the thing that bothers me the most is that the event really doesn’t bother me at all. I hear other people who have been through similar things say that it left a lasting impact, saying they were traumatised or scarred. But two weeks later I was over it. I didn’t care that it had happened, I wasn’t upset or angry I just went on with my life and pretended it never happened. I was definitely upset at first, it made me feel sick and it was very hard to deal wth it emotionally. then I accepted it and moved on. But I feel that I got over it far too quickly and easily. I feel nothing about it any more. I think something is wrong with me, My virginity was forcefully taken, I was humiliated more than I have ever been in my life, but now I just don’t care. I don’t know why I can’t feel anything over this.
I remember you breaking as you told me what the anonymous cyber-bully had sent you. It was full of hate, making you feel worthless so they could feel stronger. Better. They were pathetic, hurting others as they hurt.
I listened to you, with guilt and regret. Even though you’ve forgotten it, for it’s been years, I wince at the clarity of the moment.
That cyber bully was me.
i am 31 years old and have fantasies about molesting children.
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I hate my face because it’s always oily and I have pockmarks.. Acne used to haunt me and now that it’s gone I have these horrible scars as a reminder.. I don’t know what to do. Nobody says anything about them. My gf thinks I’m beautiful and have a beautiful face but I think I’m ugly and my face is bad.. Under certain kind of light my face just looks awful.sometimes it looks good sometimes it looks bad. I see actors with bad skin with scars and they look really good but for some reason I think I look bad..
Idk what to do. I’ve tried creams, lotions, scar treatment products and nothing works :(
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for being healthy, when you were trapped in the hospital. I’m so sorry for being normal when you were born disabled. I’m sorry for not being sad when you were in the hospital for the millionth time. I’m sorry for playing too rough when we were small. I’m sorry for not playing enough now. I’m sorry for all the times I was embarrassed by you, or resented you for getting more attention from mom and dad. I’m sorry for hitting you when you ate my Barbie. I’m sorry for screaming when you broke my toys. I’m sorry for not being a better sister, and I’m sorry for not knowing how to help you. I’m sorry for not letting you get better care because I still want you here with me. I will always love you. If only you could read this…I’m sorry for everything.
I decieved a friend. I allowed him to get close to me. I let him in. I took him to bed until I was sure I was pregnant. I ditched him after that, pushed him away. All I wanted was his sperm.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him, I swing the other way.
My laptop crashed and I was told it was dead and it isn’t coming back on not without expensive parts. Then I annoy my parents to get me a new laptop, and when they caved in. Then my dad proceeded to yell at my mom for spending 800 dollars.
The next day my mother’s co-worker fixed my old laptop.
The new laptop is non-refundable because I opened it and I already checked the place I bought it.
I feel guilty, but at the same time I am secretly glad my dad had to spend all that money because he always refuses me items my dad jumps at the chance to get my brother double the price. I am guilty about feeling happy about that, and I’m keeping the old laptop.