Confessions about 'Violence'

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i hope jordon drops dead on the spot! he is violent and evil sick asshole.

Abuse, Hate, Violence

I minded my own business so much that I stopped talking to people or going out and asking others into sharing time with me, you never know if you ask a question if its the wrong one. right! so you go mind your own business by talking and looking at no one! but very isolating and lonely and never wanted to so alone. thanks for the feeling of confusing. how about you mind your own business more too! don't you ever try to kill me ever again I have been dobbing on everyone literally everyone who has ever done a minor wrong thing to me even parents and nephew and neice and anyone I can get my hands on. look at the hate you have created in me for all of you and all the contempt I have for you all. and the power I ought to have one day over you all who abused me. I hate so many people. niggas, police, doctors, gym wankers, entertainment skanks, how about you go mind your dirty dirty dirty business mary p and her shit kids and shit dutch scum! go myob your faces off! perminantly !!!!!!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT_nvWreIhg&list=PLqHzybV3aEvB-IedYnOxI07afrqkvtHRC never come near me without looking for a fight you will get. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znB8OlFgCSM you stop abusing me katy robo dog and dirty scum doctors !!! i am behind you copying you and catching up behind you watching you from behind seeing all your mistakes and secrets.

I minded my own business so much that I stopped talking to people or going out and asking others int...

Murder, Abuse, Hate, Violence

repent repent niggar look at the trouble you caused. you are not in the position to punish others nuvo designs!!! satanic occult mexican red green sex maniac smut sex magik get out of here devils. get

repent repent niggar look at the trouble you caused. you are not in the position to punish others nu...

Abuse, Hate, Violence, Sex

SCN I fucked your husband in every room of your house, made sure his balls were always drained so he wouldn't be fucking your fat ass, as well as sending him back to you with my pussy on his breathe. I know you know a little bit but one day i'll tell you all of it, and when I do, I'm going to do it again. that's what you get for being a stuck up fucking snob to me in high school! you never thought I'D fuck YOUR man did you?

SCN I fucked your husband in every room of your house, made sure his balls were always drained so he...

Adultery, Abuse, Violence, Gay

a few years back i was fooling around with my gay lover reinhold. we mixed a batch of concrete and i reclined on the table with my feet up on the wall. reinhold then placed a funnel in my rectum and poured in the mixture.

a few years back i was fooling around with my gay lover reinhold. we mixed a batch of concrete and i...

Murder, Lie, Abuse, Hate, Violence, Gay, Marriage, Sex

a new boyfriend and he wants to know some of your past,not saying you even have to tell him,but if you did,and he gets mad or calls you terrible names and he can't trust,tell him to get lost,you would never be able to confide in him ever,because you wouldn't be able to open up to him ever,about any thing,I've learned from past girlfriends,that listening to them with out judgment of negativity is going to go a long way in your partner trusting you and your past,nobody perfect,so I hope young lady that you find a man that can love you what ever you have done,so don't feel ashamed,and guys that will call you names after they enjoy your SPECIAL company are not worth your friendship,so I don't know you but in my world you are a Very SPECIAL Lady,there is nothing you can confide in telling me that would make me feel that you are a terrible person,so good luck to you pretty girl,and stay strong ok,you know that there is a double standard for girls and guys

a new boyfriend and he wants to know some of your past,not saying you even have to tell him,but if y...

Love, Violence

I binge and purge eveyday. Sometimes I binge and purge eveyday. Sometimes twice a day. I'm worried Ill get throat cancer, Im worried if my sister knew she'd never speak to me again. I dont like living with her, she wont let me be myself. I dont want to need help or be sick. I want to be strong and stand for myself. I turn 20 this month, but I feel more immature than when I was 13. I'm so unhappy, but I dont think I could ever leave, I dont know where I would go. I want to be strong and healthy enough to be happy here. I have so much to be thankful for, but I keep making myself pick, and pertetuating new problems for myself. Im sacred that if I was healthy and happy, Id have to take responsability for my life, for all I havn't accomplished, for how beind I feel with everything, for how much I've hurt those I used to be closest to, for how much I've hurt myself.

I binge and purge eveyday. Sometimes I binge and purge eveyday. Sometimes twice a day. I'm worried ...

Pride, Violence

There is a line on feminism I'm a feminist and do believe a man should be courteous to women like open doors, pay for her food, pull out her chair, etc. but...ladies we need to show compassion as well and be ladies as well, not 'bitches.' So, to the guy that sacrificed his health and well being...I hope you realize you deserve better than that woman you were with. A few nights ago a man was hopping on one foot in snow pushing a stroller. His girlfriend or wife was complaining at him. There were at least 10 other who heard her say "We are going to this damn dinner with my cousin and I don't give a flying fuck you broke your ankle and knee. You are going to sit there and be happy and hide your pain, or I will break your other knee and ankle or push you in front of a car or bus. After we are done, we might go to the hospital." Seriously, on the street corner there was a small puddle of blood so he was really hurt. Maybe he slipped on ice or maybe she did something to him given how mad she was but...damn lady, he needed to go to the hospital. Your dinner dates most likely would have understood!

There is a line on feminism I'm a feminist and do believe a man should be courteous to women like o...

Violence, Marriage

My job sucks. Yayk :)) I need to go abroad.

Violence

Dear Jake, I confess. When I first met you in 2010, I didn't think you would mean so much to me. Actually, I only had eyes for your friend, James. But as we became better friends, I found out relationship growing and becoming something beautiful. You are a really funny guy, and always a barrel of laughs. I can't even begin to count the amount of times we were kicked out of our drama theatre room for giggling or hitting each other. We always had our antics. Especially that night we spun around in the rain for ten minutes straight before falling over and debating between each other what "It's Complicated" meant for a relationship status on Facebook. I'm glad that I got to be with you that year. I really liked you. And I felt really privliged to have that same feeling be returned by someone two years older than me. I got to meet people I had never met before, and became friends with so many of them. You changed me from the shy little grade nine girl, into the out-going, slap stick confident girl that I am now. You introduced me to the gaming world, and trolling. You brought me to 5Jan and stayed up with me for hours talking. You even wrote a poem for me in Shakespearian language, translated to Italian because we both loved them so much, I still quote that today! When we broke up, I felt the relationship had kindled to a barely dwindling fire. I wasn't surprised. We didn't talk for months, but I still saw you every day and I missed you. When we started talking again, I was so happy I danced around my room for ages. In 2011, we became a couple again and you meant more to me than a shiny pokemon! I can never forget the rainy days we spent watching wave watching at the beach, or the times I would trip you running to the bus if you tried tackling me. I could hide in your senior's jacket for ages, it was so warm from your body heat. And our nights were just as exciting as our days as we stayed awake Skyping and playing your Xbox. I even convinced you to make me a sandwich! And you had told me it was OK, because you thought we were meant to be together anyway. When we split up the second time, I could barely refrain from crying. And I remember the last thing you said to me, "Of course we can be friends." Yeah, well that didn't work out. And for the next 11 months that you hated me, ignored me, dissed me, shunned me, swore at me, mocked me and otherwise made my life a living h, my parents split up and Dad moved 12 hours away and my grandfather died of terminal cancer. Not good, and you made that worse by getting your friends to gang up and bully me. Even my own friends were so scared around them, that they stopped hanging around me. Life had gone completely downhill, and I felt it couldn't get worse. Then my family was accused of sexually abusing a little girl we had never even met before, my friend was charged and jailed for rape and my best friend moved to a different country. I recited the eulogy at my grandfather's funeral and packed my Dad's stuff up into the removalist truck, all whilst receiving hate messages and bullying threats from your friends. I remember, the first night in the year that I hadn't cried myself to sleep, I was awake watching a movie with Neil Patrick Harris, one of OUR favourite actors, and I wore a real smile and laughed with my heart. You weren't even on my mind. But then James rang, and he told me to stay the f away from you, and so he declared that we were no longer friends, until OUR situation was through. I didn't watch the rest of the movie, I went straight to bed. By December, it had been eight months since we had first stopped talking. And by God, did I miss you. I loved you the entire time that you had slaughtered me with this bullshit that I dealt with day in and out. I knew that 2011 was by far, the worst year of my life, so far. I had lied to friends on numerous occassions saying that I had no feeling for you whatsoever, other than hatred, pity and regret. Really, it was love, regret and sadness. Thank God by then you had stopped abusing me. But when graduation came around, I knew it was my last time to see you. I knew it was going to be a horrible, life changing moment for me. I stood at the back of the crowd, smile on my face, waving to the many friends I had made over the years thanks to you. It was sad to see them go, but I promsied myself months ago, I wouldn't cry. I couldn't spot your face in the marching crowd anywhere. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but no matter where we were, I could always pick your face from the crowd. You were at the very back. And now, I wonder if it were purposeful. I held on tightly to my best friend's hand in fear of what you could say or do to me, or maybe that you may be the one to make me finally cry in front of everyone. Hundreds were already crying, but I had vowed I wouldn't. Not in front of the entire school, which I still had to attend for grade 11 and 12. When I looked up, you were staring at me, and you had a kind of sadness in your eye. You looked away, but one of your friends pushed you toward me. My heart stopped. You pushed through the thick crowd to get to me, right at the back, where I should've been hidden from view, and believe me, you caught a lot of people's attention. Everyone turned to watch us, expecting a dramatic romantic departure, most of them not even knowing about us or our past. Then you flipped me off and said, "F* you B, bye-bye." And you quickly ran off. I turned to my best friend and smiled. "Well, wasn't that lovely?" I asked him. He stared at me for a moment then smiled too. "Yeah totally." I burst into tears. I don't think I had ever cried harder, or so painfully before. Not even when my grandfather died, or my Dad moved away, not when I was questioned by police or I found out my friend was a rapist. My best friend chased you out of the school, and almost had you, by the back of your school blouse, but the teachers ripped him off of you, but he got to keep a chunk of your formal uniform. He held me as I cried when I found him. But I was so grateful for him, if only his anger would subside. That night, the shock of the event got to me, and as my best friend hugged me arond the waist like you used to, I felt a wave of sickness rush over me as I almost blacked out. I don't know why, but I know that's not normal. In January, I still, surprisingly loved you. I didn't cry over you anymore, and rarely thought about you, but I meant someone. His name is Jak. Which is so close to Jake. He was amazing, and a real genuine gentlemen. Too bad the feeling wasn't mutual. I never saw Jak after that, and I still thought about you. As far as friends and family were concerned, I didn't like or love anyone. My parents insisted my best friend and I were meant to be, but I only recently found out, really my Dad thought it would always be you, but you disappointed him. I was shocked too. On your 18th birthday, in March, I tried one last feeble shot at messaging you, wishing you a happy birthday. You had gotten a tattoo done on your left arm of the Skyrim logo, a game we both knew and loved. We talked about that for a while, and a lot more. I was surprised that you were actually responding to me, and in a nice manner, not abusive. When we linked our Skype accounts we talked even more frequently. Whenever possible, we would video call and talk until 5am, telling the other, "No you hang up first." I was really happy to be back on your good side, but never could I confess I still passionately loved and missed you. Nor did you know about my sleepless nights and horrible studying habits, and how life had gone down the drain. Heck, I even considered suicide once, but was too cowardly to go through with it. It felt even worse since my mother refused to let me see a shrink for the entire year I begged her, telling me I was fine and I would deal. I guess I became addicted to my depression and sadness of loss over you. It was like you were literally dead and gone, and I wasn't coping like someone should. Even then I knew I was insane. And one day, I had burst into tears, screaming that I deal with too much, I handle too much. Why did I have to nurse depressed 40 year olds? Why did I have to have the dying grandfather? Where was my Dad in all this? Where was my old friend who I had trusted? Where were you? I hadn't known, as I exploded that day, that you were in the room beside me, watching as I clutched my own head, crying my eyes out, a headache and misery bringing me to my knees that all I could mutter was, "I deal with too much." Even my best friend was scared to approach me. And you just walked past and laughed at me, sitting on the path, beneath your feet. By God, my best friend wanted to kill you. Literally. But now, in April we're talking again. Funny how that is. No one hates you for what you did to me, now. But only because I always forgave you instantly. Now that we talk so often, I believe that you want me back in your life. Especially since you always fight to keep the conversation going, or go out of your way to call me or ask to see me. And it's only been two weeks. Mitch, your best friend told me last night that HE had told you to be nice to me. So you hadn't come to your senses and grown up now that your 18. You had your many months younger friend tell you off for being such a d* and so you decided enough was enough. Well, good for you. And you can send me all the hearts, winky-faces and smileys in the world, but no matter what you say or do, I'm not going to send you an explicit picture of myself. Call me boring, call me old-fashioned. But 1. I don't trust the internet with that. 2. You really think I TRULY trust you again? But thank you Jake, for letting me keep the necklace you gave me almost two years ago. I know you wanted it back, and I just can't find it, yet, but thanks for letting me keep it anyway, you know it meant the world to me, and I think that's why you wanted it back. I wish you were online tonight, I have something to show you. Truly Love, Forever and Always- Harley.

Dear Jake, I confess. When I first met you in 2010, I didn't think you would mean so much to me. Ac...

Adultery, Violence, Gay, Marriage

Evil Mojo We all see movies where people are bewitched or possessed,but this does happen in real people and people will do it to other people.You would think of this being in the caribbeans or new orleans,but most of it happens in the mountains in the eastern parts of the usa.How they do it is this:They find some poor kid,man,woman or whomever they choose and get em down physically and mentally,they use poison and oppression to get them in this condition.They do unspeakable evils to the persons body and mind. Try to steal from them and own them.But what is required of the people who do this to people is costly on their souls.So if you get the spirits to do this,it will cost you dearly eternally.There is people who can steal other peoples brains or thoughts like downloading from a server or something.So if you ever go to mountainous areas stay healthy,rested, and right with the lord(which you should anyways) or they will make you their next victim.

Evil Mojo We all see movies where people are bewitched or possessed,but this does happen in real p...

Adultery, Hate, Violence

idk what the right thing to do is assss i dont really have all the facts...my purception is i have tryied many times to wander off and get myself a life....seems to bee issues unrelated to me anddd really peeps werent stickin their noses in i would bee some place else doing something else....just the way i see it....but then i drink and do drugs sooooo.....the whole driving in and finding balance while trying to deal with all this crap...or not deal as it were....gezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

idk what the right thing to do is assss i dont really have all the facts...my purception is i have t...

Violence

scrupulousity

Adultery, Pride, Murder, Love, Lie, Abuse, Hate, Violence, Gay, Hacking, Stealing, Marriage, Blasphemy, Sex

My Husband kids family joke - At the ripe old age of 36. I find myself sinking deeper and deeper into this deep dark hole that is my life. After being married for 12 years. And raising 2 kids. I don't know who I am. I find myself unable to function without being told where to go or how to get there. And my children they are good kids but they abuse my love as does my husband. They all take me for granted. I do and do and do for all 3 of them and in return I get nothing. Years have gone by and I've never received a mother's day card or an anniversary card or present or birthday card. Now I don't expect much from my 2 kids because they are now 11 and 6. But it's really hard for me to see over the years all my so called friends on Facebook bragging in detailed pictures about what they've gotten from they're kids or husband for some special occasion. Year after year I've gotten nothing. And it's not that I need to be showered with gifts. I just want them to appreciate me. My home is literally falling apart. And I'm not exaggerating when I say falling apart. About a year ago I had a Restoration company come look at my home because of a sewage smell that wouldn't go away and they found mold and that the main support beam had slid almost a foot from where it needed to be. The flooring in my home is so bowed that the floor and walls have separated and there is now a huge gap between them. Being the fact we rent from my husbands family. They just blow us off. So nothing will ever be done about it. My husband would much rather spend money on his ridiculous get rich quick jobs anyway. My home is always a wreck. Dishwasher stopped working the dryer only works some times. And the harder I try to clean up after everyone the deeper I sink into this depression because I realize how much no one give a damn about anyone but themselves. My children leave messes everywhere. I ask and beg and scream for them to clean it up and they will. But then turn around and just do it all over again. And as for they're father he does the same thing. But instead of him picking anything up he makes our kids clean his messes up. I have tried to talk to my mother about this but she has her own life in constantly tells me " I don't want to get involved". One time I tried to get her to let me and the kids stay with her over the summer and I even had a job lined up down there. I offered to pay rent for us staying there. But she said….. well she avoided answering me. So I knew she didn't want me to. I have know one to help me. I have know one to make me feel any better about this situation. My husband would rather play with his chickens and run off to auctions than take the time to throw a baseball with his son. I had to hire a high school kid to help him with his swing and throwing. My heart is breaking into a million pieces. I have no real friends. Hell I don't even have any fake ones I work my ass off come home to a dirty broken down house. There isn't any romance in my marriage. We never go anywhere it's the same old shit. What do I do? How do I break this cycle? I need this to stop. I'm so depressed I'm tired of being sad. This isn't life. This isn't living.

My Husband kids family joke - At the ripe old age of 36. I find myself sinking deeper and deeper int...

Adultery, Violence, Marriage

#WIRE MOTHERS OF THE WORLD# HUMAN WIRE MOTHER SYNDROME# #WIRE NUNS# #WIRE TEACHERS# #WIRE MEDIA# #WIRE LOVERS# #WIRE FIRE# #BARBIE WIRES# https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrNBEhzjg8I https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_O60TYAIgC4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFsHSHE-iJQ All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very very mad world mad world Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday, happy birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very very Mad world, world Enlarge your world Mad world #WIRE MUSIC# #WIRE WIRE#

#WIRE MOTHERS OF THE WORLD# HUMAN WIRE MOTHER SYNDROME# #WIRE NUNS# #WIRE TEACHERS# #WIRE MEDIA# #WI...

Abuse, Hate, Violence

the names are very telling- the uk queen is a killer murdering freak alright and so is this one https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_turP238OM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcR2egSCCL4 you can see the scam on the world so clear. these people are evil satanic occult sex magik nutters. time will show it! all hoaxes all of them turd uk queen and other freaks in royals etc...

the names are very telling- the uk queen is a killer murdering freak alright and so is this one htt...

Abuse, Hate, Violence, Sex

I hooked up with a couple that i knew from the health club and we had a nice night dancing and talking.they suggested we go back to their place and enjoy some time alone.I had a great time and we really got into things at their place.I ended up spending the night and we had some great sex. The next morning i get up and go in the bathroom to pee. i look in the mirror and my mouth and nose are all covered in dryer on blood. She was having a period and i didn't know it or see it in the dark. How is that for a way to start your dau>

I hooked up with a couple that i knew from the health club and we had a nice night dancing and talki...

Violence, Sex

Pissed n Fed-up - im 4th fiddle to his iphone, ipad and mac - he is a pet, not husband...he comes home, eats and goes to sleep - he spends any extra money on himself - he only has minor responsibilities at home but could not fulfil them - ive stopped having expectations cos i know ill b disappointed - u dun have to talk to me when u come home from work so i dun have to hear only criticisms coming out from u - u exempt urslf from any parenting duties so if anything happens to our son, it's on me - sure you're the only one that has needs and problems - 'I need to get away just to do my work' WTF??? - 'I need a dad's night out...' even more WTF!!! - i cant c the point u marrying me other than u dun want to die alone.... - get over your mid-life crisis - if u want to stop being the provider, its okay i can go back to work and earn twice as much as what ur giving me now - appreciation and verbal thanks not required, so shut up about everything else - u think u know everything but frankly u dont - ur only excited about things ur interested about, if not u scream 'i dun care!' even if it was something i care about

Pissed n Fed-up - im 4th fiddle to his iphone, ipad and mac - he is a pet, not husband...he comes h...

Violence

Why can't I stop after one drink?? I know, I know...I'm an alcoholic, just not daily drinker. I'm an occasional binger. I don't miss it at all when I'm home or at work, I'm just a blackout drunk at any social occasion. It doesn't affect my job, or my home life, because I live alone and always make it to work. I don't drink at all during the week unless I have an outing to go to where I'm expected to socialize, and the anxiety/boredom of socializing gets to me, so I have a drink. Then two, then 5. Then I don't remember. I feel amazing, confident, hilarious, extroverted at first...until I'm not, and suddenly I'm the friend someone needs to drive home and everybody looks sorry for. I normally forget the last part of the night. Fortunately, I'm usually told I was just drunk and hilarious (and mildly annoying), then people felt sorry for me later on (the WORST) but that I didn't say anything bad to anyone. I'm lucky I've never had a DUI, hurt someone physically, been assaulted, or god forbid puked or peed on something, etc., somehow I've always made it home "safe and sound" (uber is my friend), but I have lost phones, jewelry, jackets, my dignity, respect.....oy. I want to move to a new town, but I know that won't fix it. But I feel so humiliated and hung over for days that I can't believe I just go on to do it the next time I go out. So I've stopped going out unless I absolutely have to. And that's my new problem. I have no friends now because I only want to socialize if I can drink, and I'm too terrified to chance it. I'm a complete hermit. Then I went to a wedding last weekend and yep, had to be driven home by a kind friend. I fell "half a dozen times" according to him on the way to the car. I realize how fortunate I was that he got me home, but I wish so bad there was a drug that would cut me off in that optimal confidence/fun phase and not let me into the danger zone. I know it's not possible for me. Abstinence still sounds horrifying to me, but I know this isn't something I can control. Rant over. Just feeling ashamed for doing this again, and having to wonder who saw me, what they think of me, hoping they were too drunk to notice or that they thought "you get a pass" to be drunk at weddings." I hate myself, but when I'm in the OBZ (optimal booze zone), I've been told I'm the most charming woman on the planet and everyone wants to get to know me and hang out because I'm "so fun and know how to make people feel good and laugh" with my words. People have actually told me I'm more fun when I drink. Ack. I can't believe I still do this. I don't even drink hard alcohol, but wine/light beer can knock me flat when I'm nervous drinking and it starts tasting like water. Ok, rant over. Just still going through the shame and wondering why I haven't adversely conditioned myself yet. I just don't seem to enjoy any kind of socializing sober. At all. I'm fidgety and uncomfortable. So...maybe there is a pill to like hanging out with normal people so I'll have fun? Ha, kidding. But I wish. Sadface.

Why can't I stop after one drink?? I know, I know...I'm an alcoholic, just not daily drinker. I'm a...

Violence

that witch and knowdozer is trying to give my father and mother and me a heart attack. tell that dirty witch to stop!

that witch and knowdozer is trying to give my father and mother and me a heart attack. tell that dir...

Murder, Abuse, Hate, Violence, Stealing