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GUYS You need to listen to me, things are not going to go good. To stop these people I need lots of confessions especially all these fake ones I keep seeing. How many we need wont be enough with real ones is why I say this.

GUYS You need to listen to me, things are not going to go good. To stop these people I need lots of...

Trying to get over things There's not really a category for this so I'm hitting other. Anyways to summarize in short: I did a lot of very bad things and feel guilty as hell. This might be really heavy for some of you guys but I'm not in a position right now where I can go to a therapist or seek psychiatric evaluation and things have been building up to the point where I feel that I need to dump it all out to someone. I can't talk about these things to my friends because I am so scared that it'd change their perception of me and they'd think I was disgusting or start to hate me. I really don't want to lose friends. Actual vent oh boy here we go,, When I was a lot younger //between 3-5 years ago// I got involved with a not good group of people. Basically a gang but not really. I was prompted to start doing bad things. I stole for the group of people I was with and got in a few fist fights. I ended up going home with bloody noses and black eyes for a while. I also ended up literally tied up I made and lost a LOT of friends during the time I was hanging out with the bad bunch. I was also friends with two other people at the same time who had nothing to do with the "gang". They were the kind who ditched me, yelled at me, hit me, manipulated me, and pulled my hair when I did nothing wrong. What really sucks is that I can barely remember most of it! All the fine details such as names, faces, and even what time of year it was aren't there at all. When I decided to stop putting up with the peer pressure and that I needed to get out before I ended up with more than bloody noses and black eyes I got a concussion. I told my friends I was leaving them and they threw me off a bridge into a deep rocky part of a creek, I hit my head and came inches within breaking my neck. Some girl who I can barely remember dragged me out and helped me back home. I can't remember what she looked like, what her name was, or what we did up to a certain point a few hours after I got thrown. She told me we should get revenge because I wasn't a part of the group any more and that they did me dirty. My stupid ass agreed and we took a GUN! aN ACTUAL G U N??? To one dudes house and threatened to shoot him. We shot a hole in his wall. I was going to actually try to shoot him and I'm so thankful I missed. We were kids when this happened too. It finally occurred to us that someone probably saw us and we ran to my house and some old man had followed us. My friend suggested we sneak out and actually kill something. I'll leave it vague here since we did kill something. She ended up crying really hard and I yelled at her and got so angry because she suggested it in the first place and she was the one buckling under pressure. I yelled at her and forced her to do it and I hate myself so mUCH. The only person found out we threatened to kill someone was the old man and I haven't seen him since then. I just really wishh I could apologize and say I'm sorry for not saying "No" and just know if she's okay or not now. And the fact that I went that far is so!! STUPID!!!! I WAS SO STUPID AND THE THINGS I DID HAVE STUCK WITH ME. IM STILL A VIOLENT PERSON LIKE I WAS BACK THEN BUT NOW I JUST DONT HAVE AS MANY OPPORTUNITIES TO ACT ON IT. I HATE MYSELF AND I THINK ILL ALWAYS BE GUILTY OVER IT. I DESERVE TO BE GUILTY OVEF IT,

Trying to get over things There's not really a category for this so I'm hitting other. Anyways to ...

I know this is going to get a lot of I know this is going to get a lot of flame on this or whatever, but that's not what I'm writing this for. I'm not writing this for anyone to tell me heroin is dangerous, or bad, or that I shouldn't do it. I know all of the consequences that come with diving into this drug. I'd like to say CURRENTLY I'm not an addict, I don't "plan" to become one, though no one does. I'm not approaching this with no knowledge of, I'm completely aware and trying to be as safe and cautious as I am able. But as this drug is, maybe someday I may be confessing my downfall. Anyways, I found this kind of ironic and funny - but my confession - Me and my boyfriend ( who doesn't use ) have developed a sexual fetish related to heroin. My boyfriend is a Dom, and I'm a submissive. The fetish: My Daddy holds all of my drugs. I beg him over and over to please give me my fix. He tortures me and tortures me till he finally gives me my fix, he has complete control over my mind, and because of my physical desire for it, my body too. Hehe, pretty messed up isn't it? That's how it is. I've done heroin about three times now, so more often do we play this type of game when I don't even have the drug! It makes us wild, especially me. When I DO have the drug - ****, I'm the sluttiest ***** in heat I've ever known. Done! On a side note: Because of how rarely I use, this sort of sexual fetish has kind of become a kind of way to control drug usage, which makes me a bit happy. It's like having a treat now and then, and I don't look at the drug as means to get happy quick or something to depend upon. Anyways, that's my confession! Please don't say stuff about using heroin to me, I have many friends of whom I promised I'd stay safe that I do not want to let down.

I know this is going to get a lot of I know this is going to get a lot of flame on this or whatever...