When I was 14 I was a lonely outcast that was constantly bullied. One day I met up with a friend that lives in a different part of the country, she told me she made fake facebook accounts and added her school friends, her fake accounts made her real self popular because she was “friends” with that one “beautiful girl” on facebook and had that “perfect long distance boyfriend”. I was jealous and I wanted to make friends at school so I did it too. One day my little brother found one of those accounts in my friends list and I told him it’s just a friend. He kept asking more and started “chatting” with this friend. Eventually he told my mom about “her” and I ended up lying to my mom too. I completely stopped using fake accounts when I was 16 because I realized how disgusting it is to keep my friends interested in me because of someone that doesn’t exist. I have mild anxiety and depression, which were really intense in middle school, so I just wanted to be normal. I wanted to have things to talk about, awesome friends that I did things with, but because I’m an outcast I never had those so I made them up. I’m almost 19 now and it’s the biggest regret of my life. I can’t believe I lied to my own family, I am truly scum. So here I am, years later, gettin drunk and cutting myself while waiting for my mom to come home so I can tell her the truth. The guilt has been eating me alive for so long that if I don’t tell them I will die.
No one,not even a single soul in my family or my friends know….that im…im not a virgin anymore..its probably not a big deal to you but to me,it is..in my culture and religion,its a sin to not be a virgin out of marriage..i terribly regretting the fact that i gave my virginity to a dickhead who turned out to be a pathetic loser. And im afraid of what will my future husband thinks if he knows about this :(
Struggling with Bulimia 4 years later makes me hate myself for even starting making myself throw up. I’m now doing my first year at university and the pressure makes it so worse but I don’t have anyone around to help. I am never going to reach out and get help for this, and no one here would ever call me out on it or force me to seek help. It’s scary to think how far it has gotten and how bad it could get. And I can do nothing to stop it.
When my friend and I were in the 7th grade we met this guy in the 8th grade had us to meet his cousins who were 16 at the time. They took our virginity’s and made us believe they really had love for us and we believed every ounce of it. Now that I am older I am 18 and have a 3 year old by one of the dead beats, I realize that it was all lies and we were basically deceived. We were young and dumb and they loved it. They manipulated us and I feel so stupid for letting it happened.
I had an abortion when I was 20. My family knows but my exhusband asked me to never tell his family. Mind you, he pushed for it (and didn’t help pay for it) but he said it was “kill” his mom if she knew.
It was one of the worst experiences of my life. This was many years ago and google didn’t exist. I didn’t know that private insurance would pay for it and instead paid out of pocket. I didn’t know that different states had different regulations. I didn’t think to ask if I’d be sedated or given anything for pain-I had just assumed I would be.
You see, the medical equivelent of an abortion is called a D&C or a D&E and they most definately sedate you or give you some form of anesthetic with that. The clinic I went to only gave me ibuprofen. Ibuprofen. I was in so much pain that I was unable to walk the next day because I had pulled the muscles in my legs so bad.
I later was quite rude to another doctor because I thought he looked like the abortion doctor. When I verbalized how much it hurt just to get the speculum inserted (no lube, thanks for that guy) the doctor was quite rude. No compassion. The nurses were much better.
I threw up on the ride home.
Years later, I still had trouble dealing with the horror of it. I tried to talk to the then husband about it-because they say talking helps. Then the exhusband said to me, “I like to pretend it never happened.” I can’t pretend it never happened. I couldn’t even watch the one south park episode about them without getting physically ill. That’s great you can forget about it but I never can.
I was even on the pill at the time.
The other night I got blackout drunk and apparently almost went home with a man in a cab. I am engaged and am now wracked with guilt. I am never drinking without my fiancé around, ever again.
I hit a guy on his Motorcycle couple nights ago really bad i went to my house hide my car next morning i drove to my friend car repair shop and fix it. i look on the rear mirror that night and saw him kinda standing but i got the feeling someone else was on the backside of the motorcycle with him :/
I’m 17 year old punk. For the past year, I’ve been feeling like I’m ready to be a parent. I’m already looked down on for my choice in music and my lifestyle. I know I’d be looked down upon even more for this decision to have a child, but I just feel ready. This last weekend, my ex girlfriend called me and told me that she’d had a miscarriage that had been from when we were together. I’ve been depressed to the point of suicide ever since. I feel bad, but I wish she hadn’t had the miscarriage and that I could have had a child.
I cant even kiss my boyfriend, let alone be sexual with him. Molest has ruined me. I will NEVER full recover from those events. I wish I was strong enough to let go a little bit, but i can’t. I feel like a disappointment and that i’ll never be good enough for anyone.
I regret that I ever left my wife. I had someone influence me on my decision. Which was wrong and now she has f… up, and I don’t even like seeing her face. I know that I love my wife and want to be with her, I am just not sure how to do it. I have spent a lot a money since this happened. Really being stupid and I know she doesn’t have any. That makes me feel like an ass. She is always supporting and probably would do about anything. I know that she has changed. I haven’t told her but I really like it. I need to go home to her with my tail between my legs. I want to make Love to her all day long when I get bak.
when i was 19 i dated a girl that rocked my world. she was beautiful and kind hearted. we dated for two years on and off because of issues and me cheating on her (kissed other girls). she was also the girl i lost my virginity to. when it ended and it was officially over, i tried really hard to get her back but she made up her mind. i stalked her for a month before i finally gave up. I knew that she had become a different person and did not love me like she used to. this was 7 years ago. I still think about her to this day. I always regret cheating and going behind her back. I wish that i could have saved the relationship. Because of her, it is hard for me to stay in a relationship, much less let myself get emotionally attached again. It is rude to admit, but none of the girls that i have dated to this day has helped me to truly get over her. If i could, in anyway, I would give up everything i have to be with her again.
Yeah I am sixtyplus.But the lust and fire within me is as before.I had sex with more than onehundred,incest,gay,pros all types.I lost my wife at a young age again remarried.But the thought of sex always covers me and I do all type of nuisance.Alwaays emptiness and lonliness,anxiety fear follows me.I feel verymuch guilty as I have disgraced many relations.As I can not disclose to any body I cry many times.