Yesturday I watched a complete season of a show I’d never seen bofore. As I analyzed the main character’s reactions, actions and situation…it was as if I was seeing myself. Although I hadn’t gone through the same ordeals he was still in greif and the, suddenly it hit me! That was what I had become…reckless, insenstive to my body’s physical and emotional pain and obssesed by one thing. Then another thing happed, during one of the episodes, the charcter reavealed he had been abused and since then had become reckless, and didn’t care infiltrating the world of prostitution. I watched all the episodes and it was as if I was seening myself. So many things connected me to the main character. Although I have never done prositution, I had thought about it in my teen years when we could barely make it through winter. I felt as if whatever it would be it could never be worst than being abused my my own father. The show helped me look at the character’s actions through a critial eye, and better understand myself. Unfortunately it didn’t help me find a way to share my terrible secret with my mother. My brother shall never know I’ll make sure of it … he doesn’t need to know, but my mother does. I’m fed up of her thinking that man was an angel. The way she talks about him as if he was a hero makes me sick. The fact it went on for years and she either never found out or knew and didn’t say a word makes me sick! Somehow seening that show made me think… I’ve gone this far on my own and its only a begining!
Today, I realized that maybe faking being happy for so long has actually helped me. It used to piss me off when people called me sunshiney hippie girl because I was seething on the inside, and nobody knew. Today, though, today was different. I lost my razor so I used the only thing I could find. As it took me 10 minutes to saw a nice deep cut into my arm, I looked at the blood running into the sink and then back at the dull, rusty scissors I did it with. And then I paused for a second… and laughed because I realized that, damnit, it would be just my luck to get tetanus from a decade old safety scissors. Ya, I know. Its horrible. Its disgustingly morbid yet I laughed. And thats how I know I can stop.
My wife’s sister grabbed me through my jeans years and years ago before we married. Her sister is a hottie, and did some pretty suggestive things a few times with me. In spite of that, I’ve not acted on baser instincts, and I know the sisters love each other. I’ve even had some weird suggestions come from my wife before about her sister. Don’t want to mess things up, but boy, is this tempting.
I am disastrously in love with my best friend. She is chinese. My fiance (a man) doesn’t have a clue.
I was raped by a chinese guy that lived across the hall from me two years ago.
And then this thing about the little girl not being cute enough to sing the national anthem at the Olympics in Beijing.
I am not racist. I love all people. But why are the chinese HAUNTING me??
So, this really WEIRD thing happened today. I mean, weird. I was sitting in the couch watching tv. And my mom and her boyfriend and two other friends were in the garden, grilling some kind of meat i guess. Suddelny i smelled something funny. For some odd reason, i thought it smelled like human flesh burning. Then i thought ” what are they grilling?? Human flesh??” But, i knew they didn’t of course, duh! But it just kept on smelling like ” human flesh????” and i started feeling sick and stuff, ’cause i thought it was disgusting. I got dizzy and just thought of human flesh burning. So i went out on the fresh air, to see that they were grilling just some random tasty meat. And i eat it later, Of course it wasn’t human flesh. But, i didn’t know why i thought it was.. it was so weird.
You sit next to me at work and I cant help but to like you.
I know it might sound silly but its the weird true, though I wouldnt accept if you ask me out yet it would make me happy enough to fly without wings .
I cant say I love you but still I’m not sure what those feelings are. And hopefully I never want to know what they are as I love my bf as much as I like you
I’m infatuated with her, I lust for her, and I want her. She has never been with another man as she has told me so, and I think that is what makes it so much more lustful. I want to be her first, I want to do naughty things to her. And I’m fairly sure she does not feel the same way about me.
I’m Bisexual. and have been bi for about a year now. I’m 14. and in the 9th grade. I have a boyfriend. ANd he’s already made it clear its not okay for me to cheat on him with a girl. I love him waaaaaay to much to betray him for some random girl. But i can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to have sex with a girl. I feel like such a bitch to even think about these things, because i have the absolute greatest guy in the world. adn i know even if i did cheat on him, and he found out, he’d take me back. But that would hurt him soooo much. I’ll never betray him.
How do i get my curiosity to stop?
okay one day i was playing with my cell phone and i turned it on vibrate and all of a sudden i had an idea!
Dear Space Case.;
Long story short.
we were best friends, I fell in love with you. you liked me, but never really cared enough to be in love. You used me. I knew, but, I didn’t want to let go.
You then dumped me over EMAIL.
You are not innocent at all, church boy.
And it’s your own fault. You decided to keep going, and you made all the first moves.
It;s not that I hate you…but.
I just hate the fact you can lose your memory, and then I have to pretend like it never happened.
Enjoy your life.
– The Lost Memory.
Oh, my family and friends think i’m just a “normal” kid. Well guess what f*ckers. I’m not. I watch weird sick porn, i fantasies about killing ppl, i cut myself and love too see my blood running down my wrist! I have even tasted my own blood, makes me feel like a vampire. I smoke, i drink, and i am everything they think i’m not. They will never know, and i love just smiling at them somethimes and having them say ” what are you smiling about?” just that i tasted my blood last night.. but u will never know ” nothing..”
I’m writing this under “weird” maybe because that’s how I feel? But I also wonder, are the things I do and think, really weird in the end? Or do other people just lie about not having the same thoughts.
I spend lots of time alone, because of where I live mostly and with the cost of gas, I don’t drive into town unless it’s to work or something I have to do.
When I’m alone, my thoughts wander. I’m between boyfriends, had nothing but bad relationships in the past, jerks that want to own my every move. That’s not what I’m here to write about though. I want some feedback on normalcy…?