Secret Confessions

sometimes i am ready for one of my bestfriends to die she told one of my cousins one of my deepest secrets, What kind of friend is that i can’t get mad at her because then people will ask why i dont talk to her anymore then she will have to tell them I dont know what to do im just gonna have to hide my true feelings to her……I HATE HER!!!!LORD FORGIVE ME PLEASE

we took in extended family members because their house was reposesed due to some moronic financial decisions. It was only supposed to last 6 weeks at the most. Cut to three months later, and here we are. Their driving me insane. All of them. I feel like i no longer have any control in my own home. I can’t do the things i want when I want. There are two young girls who represent everything I hate about little girls. and everyday, the frakking spanish soaps. Oh my God, how I hate the spanish soaps. If I never have to watch Univision again it’ll be too soon. The day they leave cannot come too soon. Rant over.

I hate myself so much…

I hate myself for letting him go all because I was so afraid to tell him I cared about him that I would love to be with him but no I was so scared and stupid that I told him to go and leave me alone to go and find someone else.

And now he is with someone else and it breaks my heart to see him with her, the only consolation I have is that at least I know his happy even if it’s not with me.

You Make me angry, i hate everything you do. I hate the way you treat me, i hate you more than i’ve ever hated anyone before…
But i wouldn’t leave you for anything!

I thought I had really loved until I met him, then I realized that I had no idea. Every day I fell, and still fall, more and more in love with him. On New Years’ Eve he stopped talking to me for a month, and I know that’s a shitty thing to do. It broke my heart. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop loving him. I don’t know if he wants me back now or not, but every day is like limbo.

I never thought that my first TRUE love wouldn’t love me back.

I hate my father. I don’t care that some people think “hate” is a strong word. You don’t have him as a father. You don’t have to sit back and listen that he “regrets the day you were born”, or how he gives you the silent treatment.

I hate my father. I hate him and I can’t believe I defended him after all these years.

You double faced bitch!You were my closest friend(or I think I only had a fake impression!).You were supposed to be with me when I broke up with him,who I loved so much.I was damn ruined that time.What I needed was I little bit of care and affection from my friends.
But you black bitch,You went to support HIm!!!ANd what reason did you give me for that-”I am his friend too,and he needs me too!”You know what,you should look at your stupid ugly face once.No boy in his right sense would ever even look at you!
I know what your problem is;never ever been proposed by any guy,did you?Ooooo!POOR YOU!You thought,you can sieze him?HA!For your kind information,He considers you as his SISTER (as does every other boy of our school)!Yet again,POOR YOU!
Always trying to be attractive,so that atlest one guy looks at you.U R PATHETIC.
And you ditched your friend for a guy!I think God has seen my condition,and He’ll never forgive you,YOU FILTHY,UGLY Girl!
And let me tell you one thing,Few years back,I fancied your brother,and that’s why I grew intimacy with you!
But yeah,in a small time,I got really attached to you.And You Betrayed me.You’ll pay.

I wish my friends would hate me. I wish they’d stop inviting me to hang out. I wish they’d stop answering the phone when I call. I wish that they’d pretend that I don’t even exist. Maybe then I could, too.

I am 15 years old and I weigh 90kg.I look really ugly, only my face is nice. I am not fat because i eat fast food. My reasons are: i dont work out, I sleep about 4-7 hours a night, I am starving myself, thats how i punish myself, i eat 1-2 small meals on school days , on weekends i eat when i feel like it, I never eat in the morings, I know I should. This isent healty, I know every way to keep fit but havent got any motivation.I live in a place were looking good is everything, everbody says that I should change but I like being this way, it is easier. All of my time goes into doing house work, baby sitting and homework, which is really hard.I am usally were happy when i can sleep over 5 hours a night. Being fat has caused me a lot problems like when takling to other people a feel very uncomfortable, starving has caused a lot sharp paines in my stomach, i have never had a boyfriend, I havent got TRUE friends .I feel like slave in my own home. I dont get along with my parnts that good.My dad is very angry or drunk most of the time and my mom is usally pissed off. So I dont like arguing with them. I think about suicide a lot. For me it is easier to die then to live, I am not scared of dying.If i was a other person i would probably kill myself. I wish i had a purpose in life but all my dreams have been crushed. I dont have reason to live anymore. My life is very hard it is work WORK WORK WORK alll the time. I hated sooooo much. Please help me!!!

I saw my bra in my sister’s closet.It was hidden. I don’t speak with her since then. What kinds of a person wears people’s underwear?

I HATE MY LIFE LAST YEAR I HAD A PROBLEM AT SCHOOL AND NOW ALL MY FRIEND BELIEVE THAT I WAS THE GUILTY OF ALL AND THEY DISCLAIM THEY DON’T CARE IF I AM A HUMAN WITH FEELINGS I WANT TO BE PART OG MY PROM AND TO TAKE PART OF IT!! I JAHETE MY FRIENDS AND HATE MY LIFE!!

My ex hurt me damn badly. i want to hate her, but i cant seem to do it. sometimes i still wish we were together. but i know its not what i actually want. sometimes i hate her, times i don’t. i’m going crazy. i gotta let go.

i hate myself for no reason! i always bring myself down. i never give myself any credits for doing anything right! i dont know why im like this and i really hate what i made myself become! i dont trust people coz they’re the reason i feel so dead and broken so useless and pathetic! the only reason im still alive is because im still searching for the missing pieces!

I don’t want you here.

You know that dog, the one that whenever you go over to your friend’s house for dinner, comes running up and humps your leg? That pushing, intruding cur that forces his attentions on you constantly, and because it’s your friend’s “sweet poochie-woochie” you have to grit your teeth and smile?

I don’t like that dog. I don’t like you for the same reasons.

You’ve managed to destroy and disintergrate everything I wanted or enjoyed about this existence. Anything I wanted or that made me happy, you pounced on, soiled and cheapened, and then held it up to show everyone “how good” you are to me. You’ve fucked up my life in ways too numerous to count. When you leave, that person that I used to be creeps back out and shines, and I love that feeling. I like her. Hell, everyone likes her.

I want to lie in the dark, staring up at the ceiling and having a conversation that actually has- get this- depth and debate, with someone who isn’t you. I want to be able to grab someone’s hand and drag them off into a dark corner. I want… things that are a insubstantial as soap bubbles and prayers, now. I suppose I should thank you for that.

I want to go through my daily routine without having you bitching and grating on about shit you know nothing about. Everytime you grope me, my skin crawls and my stomach turns. Contrary to the legend you are in your own mind- you are not Casanova. That would be why I shamelessly took a lover, why I am considering taking another, and why, if it weren’t for you, I would belong to someone else right now, body and soul.

I hate you, and if I could, I would leave you in a cloud of dust, and run as far and fast as four wheels and Detroit steel could take me. I would give up everything, disappear from sight, lose everyone I care about, if it would give me half a chance of getting the fuck out of this black hole you call “love.”

And if it was only me, I would.

You wanted to know how I feel about you being here every other day. You were so very excited and happy with yourself for this clever way of being “on the road” without actually going the fuck away. You wanted me to shower you with praise. Well, consider yourself showered. Now you know what I think.

I hate buying Christmas gifts and cards for family and friends becasue I never feel like my gifts are good enough.