What's your confession?

users online Life is messy. And we're only human. We all do things we're ashamed of. We all do things we regret. We all carry burdens. We all have secrets. We all have dreams. This blog is where you can post your confessions. So tell me a secret. If you weren’t so afraid of what everyone would think, what do you really want? Tell me about the last time your heart hammered so hard you thought it’d shatter right inside your ribcage, the shivers that ran through you when you met someone’s eye, tell me about sex, tell me about something guilty and beautiful, tell me about deprivation and desire. Tell me everything, anything. And I will post every confession given to me. Every. Single. One. Remember, this blog exists for you. Submit confessions here. Submit handwritten confessions here. FAQ? Click here Questions? Click here. var sc_project=5224565; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_partition=59; var sc_click_stat=1; var sc_security="fae0d65a";

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10518.) Everytime I have sex, I feel so dirty afterwards.

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10517.) I have low self esteem, but not for the same reasons people usually do. I'm not fat. I'm super skinny. People used to always make fun of me, call me anorexic or bulimic, I was always refered to as that really skinny girl, I hated it, kids can be so mean. And even though they have stopped, it still haunts me. If I could gain weight I would but no matter how much I eat I gain nothing. No one really knows I feel this way because it doesnt make alot of sense,I'm not fat or anything. But people don't realize how much affect their words can have on people.

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10516.) You're doing it again. The whole damsel in distress thing. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you.

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10515.) I had cuts on my inner thighs that day we were hooking up. That's the real reason I wouldn't let you pull my pants down, not because I was nervous.

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10514.) I want him to change back to the way he was. I want to be able to trust him. I want to be good enough.

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10513.) I'm sick of my fears holding me back. I'm scared of EVERYTHING. I can't even watch the news because it frightens me.

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10512.) Whenever you talk about your girlfriend I smile and say "aww". But on the inside, my heart gets this bad achy feeling, I wanted that role. But my stupid, dumb, mind didn't tell you how I felt.. I let my chance go by. It may never come back.

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10511.) I know I'm so not over you but yet I have to act like I've forgotten the 3 years of love between us, like how you did. Pretending to tell you how I'm falling hard for someone else, pretending to be someone I'm not. Remember the first apple you bought for me? Now, I'm always wearing a pair of apple earrings telling myself that: An apple earring a day, keeps the suitor away. I'm so willing to hold my love for you, wait for you but why? Why aren't you turning back to look for me?

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10510.) I was crazy in love with a guy, and it didn't end well. It's all I think about, but none of my friends can stand to hear about it because "You'll get over it." Yeah, I most likely will, but it's not that simple. Thanks for the support.

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10509.) I wish I could read HIS mind, to know what he thinks about me. It drives me insane when I don't get a glimpse from him or a hug or a hello. Sad thing is that he is crazy about his girlfriend, wish I had a chance.

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10508.) I'm a 17 year old girl, still a virgin; and the past year or so I've had this obsession with hentai and yuri, now it's also futanari. Even worse, I've found myself even looking at lesbian porn. I'm beginning to even question if I'm straight or not. I am truly disgusted with myself. This is not who I am and what I should be doing. It's gross, it's filthy, it's desperate, it's a sin. Surely if my parents ever found out they would be disgusted, pissed, and upset with me. I sometimes wish I could tell my best friend, just to get it off my chest and vent but I'm terrified of losing her or her seeing me differently. This needs to stop. This is not who I am.

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10507.) You told me you liked me. You pinned me down. I didn't like you, I was 8. You took my innocence from me.

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10506.) I miss him so much that I go to every possible place he could be. I just want to see his smile again, hear his laugh and hear him say my name again. That's all I want to happen.

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10505.) You're not you since you've been hanging out with them and I hate it.

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10504.) I hate the way I look. Not in the way that some people hate themselves just to get a compliment, but I actually loathe my own face and body. I know there is nothing particually wrong with me. I'm not pig ugly, but I hate my face. I look in mirrors contanstly not for vanity but because I'm somewhat fascinated about how horrible my face appears to me. I'm scared that other people may feel the same. I'm not that fat, but I don't like standing next to skinny people. Even before I go out and think I look nice, I look at my friends and then feel like I stick out like a sore thumb. I become instantly jealous of anyone remotely good looking, even if I don't know them I'll pick fault in them. They can be the nicest person ever and I'll still try to find fault. It doesn't make me feel better. Just more ugly. I put on this giant front like and use the phrase, "that's because I'm fabulous" and "why am I so sexy?" and pretend like I have no problems with my self esteem. Really, I'm just lucky I'm confident. I mask my low self esteem with this second personality I create. I dont trust the lad I'm with, not just because of our past, but because I think he'll leave me for a more beautiful person because I'll never be good enough for anyone cause at the end of the day, no matter what anyone says, personality doesn't count for shit anymore.

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10503.) I am sad. Very sad. You called me a bitch despite knowing very well that I am not one. Just because our relationship ended. And you're the one who dumped me.

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10502.) Everytime you speak to me, my heartbeat gets harder and faster.