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everytime I wash my hair I have a ear block up. its so annoying.

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fuck off !

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a person here can't even watch the tv in my bedroom because of the connection and programmer on digital . i mean really!

a person here can't even watch the tv in my bedroom because of the connection and programmer on digi...

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i know michelle was with william.

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i signed up to a short online everyday make up course and just found it dull. then when my serious make up college found out they dropped their course so I was heartbroken. this is now like many times I have been dumped down. I have a uniform I have never worn that cost me around $500 and I just felt so hurt.

i signed up to a short online everyday make up course and just found it dull. then when my serious m...

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yesterday I ate a slice of chiffon cotton cake with a bomb Alaska topping and passionfruit. I felt so guilty.

yesterday I ate a slice of chiffon cotton cake with a bomb Alaska topping and passionfruit. I felt s...

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I made some dumb chocolate things but wouldn't dare give them to anyone as a gift.

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my college is always messing me around with classes, they never give what they promise.

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Not too long ago, my best friend came to visit my former wife and I during summer. We I decided to take him dancing at a club. We got dressed to the nines since we never do that. So when we were getting ready to leave, she walked out of the bedroom wearing the shortest, tightest, black mini skirt I've ever seen her wear and the stiletto heels to match. It was so short, that when she walked, it would ride up exposing her tiny, white lacy panties. I asked if she was sure she wanted to go out like that and she said you only live once. All night she would try to sit down and she gave clear shots up her skirt. It got to the point I didn't even stop him or anyone else from looking. I could just imagine what the guys there wanted to do to here. It was so hot and I remember it to this day.

Not too long ago, my best friend came to visit my former wife and I during summer. We I decided to t...

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Was with a long term partner for years and recently broke up. Now I have a lover and it's more than I could ask for. When I'm with that person I love them, not only is the sex maybe the best I've ever had it's also that this person is exceptional, smart, funny, clever, and beautiful. I'm punching well above my weight but I'm not sure what I want in life anymore. There's this other person too and if I'm honest I'm drawn there by primal urges. I want just sex. Somehow I've found myself toying with the two of them and I'm sure it will end badly. I'm worried that I've let sex take over where I should be focusing on other things. My previous relationship was consuming and I'd thought I'd spend a bit of time doing things for myself before starting anything. I don't know how this happened I don't want to be an asshole but I just want as much sex as I can get. I'm not ready for love yet. I don't want to hurt my lover and I don't know what I'm playing at. It seems like I'm getting lost in a sex addiction, the more I get the more I want and I want a lot. I think about both of these people and others and know I could have them if I wanted.

Was with a long term partner for years and recently broke up. Now I have a lover and it's more than ...

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sad existance I confess that I check here every other day hoping to read a confession about someone loving or missing me. Sad I know :( lol

sad existance I confess that I check here every other day hoping to read a confession about someone...

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I am a survivor of physically, emotionally and psychologically abusive parents. There are very few people who know me that are aware of this fact, and even they don't know everything. So, in order to practice telling the whole truth to them and someone else, here I am on an anonymous confession site. This is my story. My parents were not always the complete monsters that they ended up evolving into. From my earliest memories up until I was about 5 years old, I remember us being a more or less "normal" family. My mother was always rough with me, more so than I remember other mothers being, but my father was actually very nice from what I remember, although he was always a doormat for my mother. To this day I still don't the reason for it, but shortly before I turned six we moved house. It was smaller than our old one and in the middle of nowhere. Shortly after the move, my mother, who was already a rigid, demanding, impatient, cold bitch, became even more sadistic, twisted and started chain smoking. She went from just being rough with me to full on whacking me, sometimes I think it was just for fun. My father, the doormat that he was, was afraid to say anything to her. As I got older, it only got worse. I was eight years old. I was playing with one of the few other kids my age that lived near us and ended up getting some mud on my dress. When I got home, I showed my mother and apologized, but she slapped me across the face, told me to take it off and proceeded to punish me by putting out her cigarette on my back. That became the normal punishment for "doing something bad" thereafter. My back and soon stomach and upper thighs slowly became riddled with burn scars over the course of two years. My mother would dress me in such a way that they wouldn't be visible, and she convinced me that it was a normal thing that mothers did. To this day I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke or getting burned. As this was happening, my father, I think because he was getting sick of being so afraid of his wife, began drinking heavily. With his drunk courage, he got into fights nearly every night with my mother. They would sometimes get violent with both of them striking each other. One night, my mother, instead of keeping him away from me, diverted his attention to me. He came up to me, grabbed me firmly by the hand, led me to the kitchen and grabbed a pen knife. He told me we were going to play "connect the dots". He took me to the living room, took off my shirt and held me down. I kicked and screamed and flailed and begged him to stop, but he just told me that "this is a game that kids play with their daddies, honey." He made shallow cuts along my skin with the knife until they connected burn scars as I bawled my eyes out and screamed in pain for him to stop. I was 10. He did this periodically for about the next 8 months, until he made sure every single scar was connected with a new one from the knife. There was then a "quiet" period of about a year and a half where they just fought and the worst I'd get was a slap to the face or a push to the ground. One night, I couldn't take it anymore, and I yelled at them to stop fighting. They did. They then looked at me and told me to mind my business and know my place, among other things. I was pushed down to the ground, and they started to kick me lightly with their feet as I shielded my head. Then they kicked harder. And harder. And harder. They kicked me, and kicked me, and kicked me, and kicked me, all the while yelling all kinds of obscenities at me. At some point they stopped, but I didn't even try to get up. They went right back to fighting, as if nothing had happened, leaving me sobbing in pain on the floor. When I had to go to school the next morning, my mother covered up the majority of the bruises with either clothing or makeup and told me to tell anyone that asked that I fell down the basement stairs taking down laundry. She told me people would understand because this was normal. I asked why I never saw any other kids with bruises, but she slapped me and told me to "Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You think you know better than me? You think you're smarter than me? You're just a child. Listen to your mother. It’s normal." After I had the audacity to call them out that night, my father began to occasionally target me on his drunken rampages again. This time, he'd whip me with his belt, often with the metal part, on my bare back. He would "encourage me" the whole time. "You're doing great, honey! Only two more! You're being such a good girl, not screaming anymore! Next time I’ll only do 5!" That would happen about twice or three times a month for about three years. My mother would watch, and I swear she enjoyed it. The smell of alcohol makes me absolutely sick now; cutting meat with a knife or watching it being cut is something that takes courage, hearing the phrase "connect the dots" is a huge stressor, and the sound of a belt snapping or things hitting me on my back set me off sometimes. I had one very good friend. Over the years we had gotten so close that we were practically sisters, and her parents practically considered me a second daughter. It was their family that kept me grounded and knowing that my life was not normal. I should've told them about my abuse, but I was so scared of my parents. It ended up being very lucky that I was so close to them, though, because one day, my father's alcoholism caught up with him. He was driving drunk with my mother, probably fighting with her. One of them probably hit the other, and they drove off the road and into a telephone pole. My father died instantly and my mother died at the hospital 7 hours later. After hearing the news I was shocked but didn't shed a single tear. Emotion had been beaten out of me already. I had no family who could take me in. Both of my parents were apparently only children, and both sets of grandparents had been dead for years. Instead of having to go into a foster care system, however, my friend's family took me in. I can't ever thank them enough for that kindness. Despite my best efforts to hide them, my friend eventually saw my scars and made me explain how I got them. I told her and her family part of this story nonchalantly, thinking nothing of it, and they cried, told me how terrible it must've been, consoled me and hugged me. I broke down. I’d never been allowed to cry without repercussion before. It felt so good. Despite my abuse and the PTSD I developed, I was able to finish strong in high school and get a college education. I met my current fiancé in college. We're getting married soon. I've been so self-conscious about my scars and past that I've hid all this from him unfairly. I'm planning on telling/showing him before the wedding, as to not wait until our wedding night for him to finally find out, so this is my practice putting it all into words. I'm going to break down, I know I am, but I think it's best to finally come clean. This is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I shouldn't keep such a secret from him. Plus, I know some of my reactions to seemingly random things confuse the shit out of him, so I know he'll be happy to know I'm not (totally) crazy. Holy fucking shit, I can't believe I actually just typed it all out. It was an emotional roller coaster, but it feels good at the same time.

I am a survivor of physically, emotionally and psychologically abusive parents. There are very few p...

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I cancelled on our first date because I had too much homework that weekend. But our first date was at a Thai restaurant - dinner lasted 2 hours with how well we hit it off. Followed by ice cream... and then Netflix at my place. We spent about 6 hours together that night. I had to kick him out because I'd completely forgotten my cousin was on her way to visit me. He came to my recital and met half of my extended family - just over a month after we started dating. He took me to my first [only] Cubs game. He came to my graduation. We talked about how I'd graduate to an unpredictable future - that I could end up anywhere in just a few months, whereas he'd still be there for grad school for the next 2 years. We talked about how neither of us wanted to do long distance. And we stayed on the surface because of it. We never discussed much of our pasts or the future and spent most of our time concerned with the "here and now" - the day-to-day, "how was work/school?" Normally I hate the everyday chitchat. But somehow it worked with him. As much as I would've loved getting into the nitty-gritty, heavy stuff from our pasts, opened up on a deeper level, I knew it was in our best interests not to delve until or unless I found a job in the area, that there might be a future. And I sensed he wasn't as comfortable being open about it as I was. I don't consider myself perceptive, but for once I got the hint. The day I got hired was the day we stopped dating because it meant that I was moving three hours away. He told me over drinks, months later, that if he hadn't been tied there for grad school, he would've moved - "in a heartbeat." And I love and hate that he told me. My mom still asks whether I think we'd still be dating if I hadn't moved. I can't play what ifs because I know the answer, and it stings. My life is great. I have a great job, coworkers, and a boss I get along with. I'm happy exploring my new city by myself or with my roommate or the friends I made at the bar. I'm blessed; I'm happy. But he's the best relationship I've ever had. Every time I think about the fact that bringing him to my family Thanksgiving is just a fantasy, I cry. I don't have to be miserable to miss him, and my life doesn't have to suck for me to know it'd be better with him in it.

I cancelled on our first date because I had too much homework that weekend. But our first date was a...

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I dont know whats wrong with me, I guess I just get bored really easy, but I just started dating Last year, when I was a freshman, and I literally have never lasted more then a month with a guy, I am also so picky,I believe you have to be attracted to a guy physically and mentally to have a real relationship. Well my problem is, that after two weeks, My mind automatically tries to find something wrong with the guy, because once it starts to get good or perfect I think "well there has to be something wrong, theres no way This is THAT great" and I end up breaking up with the guy....I guess after my late boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend, I lost hope in having a happy relationship with any-one, Im so terrified to get hurt that I break up with them before they get the chance to break up with me, even if they didnt even have the idea to do so. I just really dont know, I want that High School Sweetheart story, I truly do, but idk how to stop my habit...any advice?

I dont know whats wrong with me, I guess I just get bored really easy, but I just started dating Las...

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Will I ever get anywhere I almost don't care if I live life alone if I no longer deal with defamation, ridicule, and be misjudged . Almost. My life seems to be at the mercy of others and with myself getting constantly screwed over by people. I even question sometimes peoples sincerity. This is not the way you should be living life at all. I wonder if I will ever get anywhere and move on to live life

Will I ever get anywhere I almost don't care if I live life alone if I no longer deal with defamati...

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I've found a man who treats me right. But I'm afraid that my promiscuity will get in the way. I've never had someone treat me so well before. He writes me love letters every week. The only downside is he gets erectile dysfunction iin bed. Sex isn't the most important aspect in a relationship but it's a wonderful connection.

I've found a man who treats me right. But I'm afraid that my promiscuity will get in the way. I've n...

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I'm 36 with no kids/never married. A customer came into my office with his toddler grandson. While grandpa and I worked the toddler came up to me, handed me his "ba-ba" and held up his arms. I picked him up. He laid his head on my shoulder, drooled on my $60 shirt and hugged my neck. G-pa said "He likes people, but I nev'r seen 'im take to no one like that." I didn�t cry until they left.

I'm 36 with no kids/never married. A customer came into my office with his toddler grandson. While g...

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that is the sad thing with you taxiride you couldn't live up to the wonders songs! and the guys! you just couldn't live up to them or their music! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjoBrLGR0a4&list=PLZZ-xRkXFFD7dZLqjy6J_g7G1sx7zG0mj

that is the sad thing with you taxiride you couldn't live up to the wonders songs! and the guys! you...

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i've made a few jokes that represent blasphemy

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i hate myself

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