simply confess

i’m allways taking advantages over my husband ,exploiting his love to me . he’s trying to do his best just to make sure im taking care of my studies and studying well but all what i do is wasting my time making friends on the internet and talking to other guys and because he’s far away for work i allways lie to him and tell him its not my mistake doing bad in the exams ,when we are together i allways try to find excuses not to be with him and go to my other guys instead ….im a cheater , lier and so meany wife !
he’s the most faithful ,kind,giver husband with the most pure heart..

we are 3 hot hot girls that cannot find decent men in Dubai helppppppp

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Or if there is anything wrong with me at all.
I see things out of the corner of my eye. I know they’re not there but I get really scared sometimes. These aren’t just flashes of movement. They’re people or animals or a mix of both. They’re pretty detailed.
I also hear voices. On occasion they’re loud, like someone is talking to me, but usually they’re like thoughts. They’re not my thoughts. Some of them come from someone I call Charlotte. She’s usually a downer. Bad feelings come from her and this other girl that doesn’t have a name. The other girl can’t talk. She’s blindfolded and tied up to protect me from her.
Others come from Erika. She’s everything I want to be. Beautiful, confident, happy, and secure. She’s the one telling me to be positive. She’s one of the good guys. Then there’s Caroline. She is pretty hot-headed and swears a lot. But she’s on my side, too.
The voices don’t interfere with my life.
I don’t feel like I know who I am. Like I’m not a whole person.
Help?

AM STUPID

I am guilty of everything that makes me a human being. Envy, hate, love, sex.
I am guilty of false morals, guilty of hidden desires ruled by a society that created them.
We should have remained beasts, thus assuring our place in the life circle.
We are evil because we created that concept
We are good because we created that concept
We shouldn’t ever gained conscience.
This is my guilt
Being human

Ok…so i have only told my best friends this, but I still feel it here on my chest so I have to put it out there. Sometimes I have dreams in which I cheat on my current boyfriend. We have been together for two years, and sometimes I have dreams in which I find myself kissing other guys. (Sometimes my ex-boyfriend or other guys that I have liked in the past) I try to disrguard these things but before I got with him, I had a dream that I cheated on my ex-boyfriend with my current boyfriend.

Is this just a cycle that will keep on going my whole life?

I have been having a fantastic time with a married man – and i know his wife and she is very nice n sociable. It went on for over a year 1/2 n now he is treating me like he treated his wife -lying and cheating and i deserve it. I feel stupid cos im still in love with him – he will never know because i have been very nasty and hurtful and have been threatening to tell his wife. Not that i would ever have the courage to…

My sister cares about what someone on the Playstation 3 Network thinks about her. This person started to like fall in over the PS3 and my sister went along with it as a joke, or what I thought was a joke. Now she gets mad whenever I call the guy a pathetic creep and things of the sort. I find it rather ridiculous, because we both made fun of people who “date” online. We used to be like best friends, but now the sight of her disgusts me.
Every time I go into her room she is messaging this person, like not normal “hey, how are you?” messages, I mean like full blown love messages. Oh, geez. It is unbelievable.
The worst part is, she’s actually thinking about/wanting to/is going to go move in with the guy. And he lives like 1,000 miles away, no joke.
I am writing this because I can’t tell anyone in my family. I don’t want to embarrass her. But, if she really does leave, I will tell everyone.
I needed to get it out some way, and this was the way.
And I probably sound like total b**ch, but you guys don’t even know the half of it.

I know a young woman whom I hae known since she was a teen. Now she is an adult, and I want to screw her so bad I can’t stand it. She is so hot it hurts, and thinks she s plain and average. Oh what I would give to prove her otherwise…..

Hi
I’m not sure if anyone’s gonna read this but I think it would still feel better to write something about it.
Me and a friend became involved with different drugs when we were 15(I’m 19 now) and it was great smoking and trying different things with friends. After high school me and this friend became roommates and started trying different things when we could get ahold of it.
A few months back my friend comes home while I’m sitting at the tv. He throws a brown small bag on the table infront of me. I ask what it is and he says that he has managed to get some heroin. We have pushed each other in a frindly manner before to try things like cocaine, methodrone(or something) and various pills that our connections said would fuck us up. He also carries written instructions on how to shoot it + 2 syringes. I’m hesitant at first but he’s so fired up and says that if I don’t do it he’ll do it alone. So I say ok we’ll try it and later that night we read the instructions over and over until we can follow them without any written instructions. We then shoot it and omg not to try and seduce anyone to trying but the rush was so…lifting and we start to laugh at each other a few times. My friend says that he’s got an idea and goes to his room. After he comes back we go out, this is pretty late at night. We walk around and we are feeling great but a little woozy. We then see a guy who’s apparently walking home and my friend pulls up a pistol. Which was the thing he got from his room. He says that we should rob the guy. I agree since I’m not really spending muuch thought on the consequences. He gives me the gun and than speaks loud enough so the man can hear “ey,you!wait up!”
He aproaches tha man and I’m taging along behind hiding the gun. After some discussion between my friend and the man the man gives him the wallet, but then gives him a knee in the gut so he falls on the ground. I panick and start to fell really weird. I pull up the gun but the man either doesn’t noice or doesn’t care. He kicks my frind in the back of the head and then starts moving towards me in a fast pace. I really start to panick and barely manage to squeeze the trigger. The man falls down and it appears that I just shot him in the lower left leg or knee.
I’ve had my knee kicked out of position once so I pray for the man that I didn’t hit the knee. My friend gets up and starts screaming “let’s get out of here!” while I’m busy walking up to the man and leaning over in a drunk sorta way to make sure I missed the knee. I can’t really decide so I try to pull up his pantleg and then he really starts to scream. I become even more frightened and scream sorry over and over and then I run away with my pal. We threw the gun in the river the next week.
I think I did hit that man in the knee and I feel awful. Just because my friend and I were high and stupid he has to cope with one working leg and pain for the rest of his life. I’ve actually started crying sometimes when I think about it and I’m alone.

the kid is not my son

i made a website just like your and its WAYYYY better. ok i confess.

So here it is: I am a sixteen year old black girl that hates anything to do with being black. I am racist against what I am.

For a large portion of my life, and I haven’t lived very long mind you, I’ve hated being black. And, truth be told, it’s horrible. On one hand I’m filled with guilt over my feelings, but at the same time I feel entirely justified in having them.

I have seen, and continue to see, nothing worthwhile in being black. I can’t even begin to describe how it feels to look out the window and see black men and black women and black children, and realize you loathe each and every one of them with a passion that borders the obsessive.

I’m repulsed by everything that defines ‘being black.’ I hate the skin, I hate the hair, I hate the clothes, I hate the food, and above all I hate the culture. I’ve been told many a time that “black is beautiful,” “you should be proud to be black,” that “blacks have a rich and amazing history.” If we do in fact have such a “rich and amazing history,” I feel horribly disconnected from it.

I have light skin, a petite frame, and waist length curly hair. Not to mention attractive, well mannered, and highly intelligent. In a normal situation I would never EVER flaunt any of these things. I find conceit to be rude and unflattering, and truth be told, I’m actually quite insecure.

HOWEVER, put me in a room with other black people and the word ‘insecure’ would be the last thing you’d ever use to describe me. WhenI see my darker skinned counterparts, with their short, dry hair, ungainly bodies , and clear inability to hold intelligence conversation, I feel repulsed. I both pity them and feel completely disgusted by them.

But I don’t want to feel this way. I know my sentiments toward black people (MY people) are cruel, unjustified, and irrational, but regardless of logic I continue to harbor these feelings.

The few black friends that I have, and I don’t have many as you’ve probably already guessed, constantly tell me that I ‘act white’ or call me an Oreo. While I never vocalize it, this makes me angry and saddened. I’m sure this may come off as a bit ironic to some of you. From what I’ve said so far, I would not blame you if you thought I would be proud to be called an ‘Oreo.’ But please realize that I do not WANT to hate black people and I certainly do not idolize Caucasians.

But why does ‘acting black’ automatically translate to being ghetto? Does ‘being black’ mean I should act ignorant and brash? That my greatest aspiration as a women should be becoming a prostitute, a stripper, or a teenage mother? That my only purpose in life is to dress like a brazen whore and flaunt my so called ‘goodies’ to attract men? I would die of shame first before acting that way. And it angers me that the color of my skin, despite being lighter than the average black, automatically connects me with all of these things.

It feels as if black people are unwilling to educate themselves and seek a brighter future. Note, I’m not saying unable, but unwilling. How is getting a boyfriend more important than receiving an education? How is it that one can focus one’s energy on dancing like a whore on Youtube, but can’t even spare the time to pick up a book or a newspaper? How is being a ‘gangster/pimp’ more important to a black child than being an intelligent, successful, law abiding adult?

I simply do not get it. And if this is what it means to be a black person, then I want nothing to do with it. We are capable of so many things simply because we have the gift of being human and not a insect or an animal. But why do I feel as if I am apart of only the handful of black people that realize this? Why can’t all black people realize this?

One day, I want to say “I’m black,” and feel pride when I utter those words, but for right now, all I can feel is contempt and shame. How can I be proud of people like that? How could anyone?