sometimes, i enjoy smelling my farts.
i just realized this and thought about it and was like whoa that’s kind of
really weird… and disgusting, and i thought it would make for a great
confession.
I just recently found out that a girl I worked with, and have maintained a
friendship with for over a year is addicted to cocaine. She was always broke
and depressed, and I suspected it, but I have been having her over to my house
a lot lately, and she mentioned something about it. Others have said that
every payday she gets it, and is broke two days later. She is always broke,
but has cheap rent, and works full time for a decent wage. She borrows money
constantly. She kept doing it, and started doing it every hour, then, every
half hour, then like every 15 minutes. She was dropped off at home before she
ran out, so I don’t know what shes going through now, I haven’t heard from her.
My dilemma: I know where its coming from, and I want to call the police. I
didn’t directly see anything, but i have info. I have been cautioned to not
contact the police, but I still want to. I’m afraid if I call, they will pick
the person up, and other addicts will suffer, not knowing how to get help. My
friend is kind hearted, but does need help. Should I make the call?
I am 23 and in grad school. Engaged to a hot chick and supposed to be getting
married next year. Problem is, one of my TA’s- male - is driving me crazy.
Yesterday he wore loafers with no sox and his tan feet and leg showing, gave me
such an erection, I was going crazy. I played football and soccer in high
school and as an undergrad so I am not some effeminate fairy and no one would
have any idea, but I am losing it fast. HELP!
My roommate has her boytoy over ALL THE TIME. It’s driving me crazy, I’m so sick
of them and their PDA.
I’m starting my Masters this September. I’m a little bit nervous. I don’t mind
the research aspect of it, since I was doing that during my undergrad, but I’m
nervous about teaching younger kids as a Teaching Assistant. I guess I’m just
afraid they won’t listen to me or respect me much…
About 2 years ago, I was on the bus going home from school, in the afternoon, in
broad daylight. Some fat bastard was sitting next to me and he started rubbing
his fingers on my thigh. I yelled at him, and he mumbled “sorry” and got up
and ran off the bus at the next stop. I probably should have punched him but
who knows, he might have had a knife, and he was twice my size (I’m a very
small woman).
Ever since then, I’ve been terrified to go anywhere by myself on a bus. I’m
anxious and I get nervous whenever a man sits near me on the bus or stares at
me. I’ve been having nightmares the last few months, trouble sleeping. I
thought I was over this. I filed a complaint with the transit system, but I
never followed through to file a formal report, maybe I should…
My parents are helping me get a car soon, so I think that will help. I just
hate being afraid all the time, and I don’t know what to do anymore. I hate
feeling like a victim, he didn’t physically hurt me, and people go through much
worse abuse and survive. How do I get over this??
confession n. A written or oral statement acknowledging guilt, made by one who has been accused or charged with an offense.
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It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
— Oscar Wilde
It's kind of like being in someone's head while they're praying or thinking about things they'd never say outloud.
— Yaflapkik
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