Confessions about 'Murder'

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you said to lay down. i did what you said fucker dirty doctor! no i don't like what you have done to me!

you said to lay down. i did what you said fucker dirty doctor! no i don't like what you have done to...

Murder, Abuse, Hate

i went to centerlink and said "well its like I was told to go home and lay down {and die}" by my doctor ! she said we don't think like that and I laughed at her.

i went to centerlink and said "well its like I was told to go home and lay down {and die}" by my doc...

Pride, Murder, Abuse, Hate

Iatrogenesis- iatrogenic diseases list!

Murder, Hate

russo was butchery in all forms manslaughter womanslaughter butching fem women, has that thing got blood on its hands or what! she should be had up for war crimes.

russo was butchery in all forms manslaughter womanslaughter butching fem women, has that thing got b...

Murder, Abuse, Hate

sorry but if you are on centerlink you're on the death list like Schindler's list. people need to wake up to this manipulation and mind control. there want to murder millions slowly on drugs and the sooner you die the happier the govt basically are.

sorry but if you are on centerlink you're on the death list like Schindler's list. people need to wa...

Murder, Abuse, Hate

death by slut !!!!

Murder, Abuse, Hate, Violence

death by a slut!

Murder, Abuse, Hate, Violence

Tell me why k9 love is taboo in society. I am not attracted to other women like some women are and though I'm not a man I think gays/lesbians have as much right to follow their passions too. After my divorce it was a interesting and exciting idea to try and I found I like it a lot. So why do some people care what I do in my private life? Believe me the dog is williing and I can't see it as abuse as some claim. Only one person knows by accident of sorts and that sems to be working itself out so far...so why the big deal? L

Tell me why k9 love is taboo in society. I am not attracted to other women like some women are and t...

Murder

HELP!!!!!! HELP!!!!! HELP!!!!!! HELP!!!!!

H*E*L*P!!!!!! HELP!!!!! H*E*L*P!!!!!! HELP!!!!!

Murder

I hate myself to great measures . I hate myself to great measures .. sometimes I dream about slitting my wrists

I hate myself to great measures . I hate myself to great measures .. sometimes I dream about slittin...

Murder, Lie

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sarina ugly nigaa myob ugly sarina nigga myob, bad nig myob ugly russonigga sarina sarina ugly nigaa...

Murder, Abuse, Hate, Violence

SNIFF fart bark shit on the floor FUCK SHEEP AROUSAL fuck in public fountains acid trip TRAINING. I am a blond 30 something wife with a 30 something husband. I have recently taught my husband to become aroused by the scent of my farts. It is to the point where he becomes completely excited when I cut the cheese and often asks me to fart in his face when we are intimate. I tease him by eating refried beans and onion chili, pigs ears and mutton gut and a drop of the old eppycak molases in public fuck on demand in shopping centres and then farting and dancing on tables for sexual relief. He begs me not to because it turns him on too much it makes he spontaneousy stiff and throws out a dick and masturbate infront of anyone in public and he cannot stand up in public after I fart near him so I just laugh and keep our circus act going til we are farted out off into space. One of our hottest fantasies was where he wore a latex hood burning it and melting it into his forhead of his cock and face and I ate several bean burritos and farted inside of the latex hood while I burn my ass on the carpet shittting and bumskids on the new carpets in carpet shops mostly. All he could breathe where my farts burn hot with fire and we scorch any lovers out off the earth compared to us and our super erotic love making in fountains and bean pole rooting in public no one can bare our company infact. My farts were his oxygen and everyone's memory for years to come til we killed ourselves with a fart tactical response group stage stunt involving a hot air balloon, three monkeys and 20 gas tanks of my pre-mixed farts over a period of 6 months capped some how it set off a earth quake and we kill everyone with our magnificent love . no regrets. CAN YOU TELL I AM ALREADY SICK OF THIS DEGRADATION ONE SIDED DEND END RELATIONSHIP, cuuz its so full of shit.

SNIFF fart bark shit on the floor FUCK SHEEP AROUSAL fuck in public fountains acid trip TRAINING. I...

Murder, Abuse, Hate, Violence

Confused about life I have no idea what to write...this is my first time doing this. I usually don't do this or talk about things but I thought I should give it a try... I'll probably just ramble about somethings and just say whatever is on my mind, hahaha...probably if anyone of you do finish this you'll think I'm either a freak, stupid, dumb, evil, or whatever... I know I am no saint and for sure I know I have done SO many things wrong, and i know I should let it go since its in the past but...it all comes back haunting me and I just don't know what to do anymore. I bet you probably wondering what I mean...I guess I'll just give you a somewhat story of my life and let you guys judge me, my choices, my actions, and everything or something I guess... Since the beginning of what I can remember my dad has a gambling problem and my mom became strict and puts the family above all else. At times we would never see my dad for days and my mom would always think of ways to get him back either thinking of scaring him by taking us somewhere else, telling him stories about incidents like almost being robbed or having bad things occur to us. Since they were also new to America they were also set in there traditional Asian ways with carpal punishment. But the thing is my dad took all his anger and frustration on my mom, and it passes down...from my dad to my mom, them from dad and mom to my brother, and from those three to me, and then usually from me to my sister. with me in the middle of the line up of siblings. As a child I never went to friends house, first time ever was in middle school. (no birthday parties or anything). It was always school and home...with how our parents were...a gambler and a supporter, us children were always either studying, playing our n64 or watching tv with the eldest in charge, my brother...we barely ever saw our parents only early in the morning or at night. Things got bad and we moved, but things didn't really change. Father didn't gamble because he was busy with things my mom got two jobs to pay off debts, but in the end those debts found the, and my dad decided to get "easy money" gambling again. Thats when my mom's parents moved in with us. things were okay for a while, but in the end we had to move again. both our parents got jobs, my brother moved out. but things didn't really change...dad was a gambler, my was still strict with money and put the family first, brother was still everyone's favorite, my sister was still spoiled and everyone would always have her back, and me...I tried to gain some control but never ever works...I found that out the hard way several times, once before we ever moved when i was yelling at my sister for breaking my cassette player and woke my dad up from his late slumber after coming back from the casino and he got irritated and mad and had a metal rod...started hitting me and in the end I ended up with a hole in my head...fortunately it did not go through the skull...other times I learned my lesson from my brother because I couldn't do well on a game I was playing with him, or I was doing the same thing he does to me on my sister. As time went by, after our first move before my mom's parents came, I slowly got into girls but because of how i was raised I didn't really put myself out there for dating because my parents were against it...but I was intrigue nonetheless...especially more so when my sister fell of a mountain bike that was obviously too big for her and hit her crotch on the bar...I took her home which was not even a block away and she said she was bleeding and said I had to look...I was against it at first and said I should get out mother but she insisted and I did and although she was bleeding I was amazed, but in the end I saw a cut and went and got mother. few months later, the thought hunts me and I somehow convinced her to bath with me, keep in mind I was a middle schooler...and all we did was bath. not long after that I got caught and it never happened again and around that time was when my mom's parent's came. Like I said after they came not long we moved again and my brother moved out...not much drama goes on except I try to gain some control but in the end I was still the one being taught a lesson by my parents. then my mom's brother daughter moved here with her son...and we got close quick but slowly I got interested...I started with her undergarments, then moved on to her used ones...then her husband came and I backed off all the way, did some stupid things to her kid...scared him, pranks, such and such...but in the end they found their own place...my father still gambles away all his earning and whatever he can find at home, my mom is still trying to secretly hide her money and protect her family meanwhile trying to get him to stop in the end all they do is argue. before ending my middle school life, I decided to set the school trash can on fire and that went on my record...I don't know if I wanted to get back at the school, rebel against my parents or what but I did it...Not long later, my mom's dad dies...that just put me down so much, he used to help me even if I was in the wrong...after that not much changes...drama everywhere, I slowly rebel sorta...started lying to my parents about school work and everything and started going to friends house, do homework, play games, hang out...anything but go home, home should be a place to be yourself and relax, but to me home is h*** and I'm barely ever happy here. Anyway, after the summer I was accepted back to school at the beginning of the school year...everything is the same, I lie and don't go home, still try to gain some control but pretty much gave up, barely associate with family...dad still gambles, and so on... Then we finally get to go on our first family vacation back to our native country...met all my mom's relatives, mostly hung out with my mom's younger sister's 4 daughters...actually 3 because one had to work all the time...but in the last two weeks of the vacation me and my sister went to their house and lived there so it was easier to do fun things. as the vacation time went up, I was deeply sadden because it was truly the first time I had fun and relaxed a little...then a year or so later my mom's younger sister's family moved to lived with us...fast forward a little, the youngest of the 4 is around my age and we got along somewhat well...but somehow we got into a more intimate stage, family found out a little was not too happy, gave us warnings, but we just snuck behind their back...that just pushed me more into girls, in which I screwed over two friendships with, and gave up many chances...in the end, she broke it off because I didn't have time because I was working as a salesmen...now, not only have I screwed up two friendships, but also any relation with her (cousin). Now, I look at myself and see what I have become...as a child I wanted to be extraordinary...be a person with super powers or do something amazing to be unique...but now, all I see is a neet (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NEET) who has sleep paralysis occasionally, alone while all his friends move on with their life...constantly wondering why he is alive and what he will ever do. Looking back at all his mistakes and wishing and hoping to go back and fix them. Wondering if his death is better for him and everyone...constantly thinking about randomly disappearing from everyone he knows. Also, what is death like, where does one go, how does one feel. Right now, I guess I am just confused about everything and all the mistakes and such that I have made...I guess I am trying to run away from it rather then deal with it because I don't know how. I feel like I am losing everything while everyone is moving ahead and away. i don't want to be left alone and stuck, but I don't want the change either. I just don't know anymore, I just want another life...I want a restart, I just want a end button. please help."

Confused about life I have no idea what to write...this is my first time doing this. I usually don't...

Murder, Love

I was taking a quiz online called "Do You Really Know You Friends" I quit after two questions because I realized I don't have any friends.

I was taking a quiz online called "Do You Really Know You Friends" I quit after two questions becaus...

Murder

my mum never trusted her family around us, I wonder why?

Murder, Abuse

mum wanted the stupid brandied custard. mum has to learn that not everyone wants the shit. stupid old boofheaded grumple bum. sometimes i don't want to bloody well eat. everything today is interminidate fasting and scorn of sugar and carbs and everything today is wheatgrass green shit shakes.

mum wanted the stupid brandied custard. mum has to learn that not everyone wants the shit. stupid ol...

Murder, Abuse, Hate

i sleep on a bed full of cat chuck, piss and shit. i sit in bed all day everyday.

Pride, Murder, Abuse, Hate, Violence

My day to day life consisted of getting up, preparing my husbands lunch, getting myself sorted and going to work. After work I'd cook our evening meal and he'd begin drinking his beer. This was all we did. I became so dissalusioned and sexually frustrated I even loaned some porn films to spice up our sex life, but my husband was often too drunk to get a hard on. Then in January I joined a gym and unlike most other years I stuck at it. My body shape changed after a couple of months, as did my overwhelming desire to have sex. Once again I tried to get my husbands attention by wearing sexier clothing or just being plain dirty with him. He still wasn't interested. I spoke to a female colleague at work about my predicament another month down the line, and she instantly told me Mark our young delivery drive had the hots for me. I didn't believe her at first until she asked him to come upto our department. There was no mistaking his attraction to me or his complete non interest in the usual social rules. Not waiting for me to get coy or begin to fob him off, he walked over to me and asked if I wanted to share a motel room with him. My colleague looked at me, winked and said "You only live once honey". I booked out of work that very same afternoon two hours early, as did a young 22 year old delivery driver. The motel was a few miles out of town and it took about twenty minutes to get there. Mark followed me on his motor bike and the whole way there I debated with myself about carrying it through. Not only did I carry it through, I totally loved every single minute of being taken sexually as though I was a whore. Mark treated me like a piece of sexual meat and I truely adored it. The sex was nothing like what myelf and my husband had ever done together. It was raw, dirty and a whole new way of reaching extremely strong orgasms for me. Each new way Mark had me suck on his cock, or how he eat out my pussy and asshole, had my body shaking with sexual excitement. Feeling his huge cock spreading my pussy walls as he drove his cock into me hard, right from the first thrust, had my libido levels rising enough to have me begging him to fuck me faster and deeper. Anal sex. Wow! what an experience to have my butt fucked the way Mark fucked it. I was sore afterwards but during his anal rampage of me, I was taken to the most powerful orgasms of my life. He detroyed my asshole and I couldn't get enough of him doing so. Yes it hurt, yes he dominated every second of our time together, but not once did I ask him to stop or to ease off. At first I saw it as my chance to clear my need to cheat, but by the time we'd fucked ourselves to total exhaustion, I was ready to give and allow him anything he wanted and more. Getting home late I found my husband on the couch asleep. Eight cans of beer empty and disgarded all ove the floor. Clearing them I actually swore to myself Mark and I will meet again to have more sexual fun. I haven't yet decided if i will leave my husband, but each week he drinks himself stupid and Mark and I have the most amazing sex, I get one step closer to ending our marriage.

My day to day life consisted of getting up, preparing my husbands lunch, getting myself sorted and g...

Murder

I was searching my father's things when I found... ...what got him murdered. They said he died from alcohol abuse, but that's a lie. He was a journalist, deep among the phone hacking scandal. But, that wasn't what got him killed. He had discovered something about Amy's death. But, that wasn't what got him killed either. It was...a secret.

I was searching my father's things when I found... ...what got him murdered. They said he died from ...

Murder

someone tried to kill me!

Murder, Abuse, Hate