Round 3?
I wait for certain amounts of confessions to help keep it anonymous and interesting.
From now on no more of that "i want to forget this person" or "i love this person" unless it's indepth, since it's obvious you guys are just trying to be funny now.
ahem, Round 3 is now:
i like it when the drawing megathread defends my terrible art after that god damn clique bullies me
pussssyyyyyyyyyyyy
I have severe depression and slight autism, but I have yet to tell anyone outside of my family. I have tried cocaine twice, and have also done meth a number of times throughout my life. I smoke weed about 2/3 times a week in hopes that it will make me feel better about myself.
It doesn't work very often.
When I was almost 12, I had love with one of my 8 chickens. I did it more than once and continue to think about it to this day. I have also attempted Self Delete 4 times via caffeine overdose, drowning, and twice slitting wrists. I have seen therapists and none seem to help very much.
I have also assaulted multiple people but I have yet to cause anyone severe damage.
Weed and other drugs need to be used moderately, doing it in large amounts constantly and repeatedly will build up a tolerance, I would know, I used to be a drug dealer (meth knockoff called shabu and stuffty weed). People would use up small amounts at first, then slowly build up a tolerance and try getting more and more. If you can, try to avoid smoking weed for atleast a couple of days, or atleast bring it down to once a day. Trust me, it'll be more enjoyable.
Also I think everyone has thought of bestiality at one point, don't sweat to much about it, especially since it was during puberty when you'd literally bang everything in sight. As for the Self Delete, careful friend, I have known hundreds of thousands of people and have talked about so many lives, and from my experiences as well, everyone hates their early teens to late teens. Whether they show it or not, they all are vaguely depressed and troubled in some way. It'll soon resolve itself later on. Whatever is bugging you now won't bug you later, trust me on this, and lastly: Therapists only work if you want them too. Most people don't get this, therapists are there to help you settle your own problems, their jobs are doing what I'm doing now, trying to dissect what you do to show you what you're doing from an objective point of view, then try telling you advice on how to change it. Whether or not you actually take these things are up to you.
As for the assault, listen friend, tempers get in the way and you need to try and control yours. This world is going to be a huge richard that tests you at every step of the way, just try to keep it out of your mind. Everyone trying to bring you down is already beneath you.
Also since we're all thinking it:
You put your rooster in a rooster <3
when I was 7, my bathroom had these Dixie cups that we used to rinse our mouths after brushing our teeth
so, one day I was forgetin dumb, and sat on the toilet, taking a stuff.
i was curious on how stuff tasted so, long story short, I took a stuff in the Dixie cup and ate a bit
it tasted like chocolate but I didn't finish it because forget that
your stuff tasted like chocolate?? damn son thats lucky.
wait did you atleast throw away the dixie cup im not too sure what those are
please tell me you did, i dont want to sleep with the idea that everyone rinsed their mouths with your stuff
This forum makes me want to kill myself.
dont do itI'm feeling really down in the dumps because I had just met a girl this week. Up until now, I had tons of problems and shyness with talking to girls, but this one was so nice and friendly and actually interested in my life. She was so awesome. But then, the organization where we were involved with suddenly disbanded without warning because the "CEO" couldn't fund it anymore. We had until the end of the day and I was intending to give her my number, but she left early. Now I can't find her on Facebook and I don't even know if she lives in the same state as me. I probably won't see her again.
Things like this happen a lot to people, especially as you grow up. Just a few days ago I was stuck 10 miles away from home with a broken bike and 20 pounds of gear, I was bloody and grimy and sweaty and tired, as I had already walked 10 miles before that. When I was walking along the road, carrying my bike on my shoulders, a car stopped by with the most interesting lady. Her name was Lisa and she had two kids whose name escapes me. She went out of her way to help me and we had an interesting chat as she drove me home. I enjoyed her company and would've loved to talk with her more but that was the last time I saw her and probably the last time I'll ever see her.
Back on topic, you just need to understand that people aren't always going to be there, and that you only
you only get one shot sometimes, you just have to take chances and hope for the best next time. Don't let fear stop you from meeting people.
Good luck next time friend <3
Yes I do engage in cutting myself. I regret the day I started but its become a silent addiction now and beyond what i can control.
Please stop.
Now I understand that this is an actual addiction, what most people don't realize is that something like this is a real addiction. But unlike other addictions, this one is much more dangerous. If you're going to continue, and I can't stop you obviously, at least be careful. Please. No one expects death, but everyone will die. Please try to make sure it's not now.
I've tried cutting myself, but my skin has become too
thick from all my adventuring, so it couldn't really do anything. Thankfully I assume this stopped me from gaining this terrible addiction.
We all have to face our problems and insecurities one day, facing them with blades aimed at yourself isn't exactly a good way to do it. I mean personally I face mines with alcohol, but that's not the point. The point is, aim your blades at what's stopping you and power it with the will you've been bleeding out. What kills you inside shouldn't kill you on the outside.
i don't know where to start with this one...
well, in april of this year, my dog, who i had for around 10 years, who shared the same birthday with me, died.
she was hit by a car one night when she was being walked. she was alive, but she couldn't walk without making those crying noises. for around 12 hours, we tried to get someone to come and help her. my mother was able to get pain medicine from a vet for her, so she could at least rest. in the morning, they were able to get her to a vet. for hours, i sat in my room, waiting for a call from my mother, hoping it was just a broken leg or something. i finally got her to answer the phone, and she told me they had to put her down. her lower spine was fractured.
i didn't think i was going to cry. i knew it would be sad if i lost her, but i didn't realize how much she meant to me. i walked in my room, closed the door, and i literally laid in my bed for hours, crying into a pillow. for days straight, the only thing i could do was cry. even now, when ever i think of her, i feel like i'm about to. she meant everything to my family. it helped that i was meant to move soon, i couldn't bear coming home from school every day, in the same apartment, not having her jump up on me the minute i stepped through the door, always following the same routine of playing with her and petting her when i got my bookbag off. i would go to the bathroom, there she would be, behind the toilet because it was cooler back there. now, i went to the bathroom and half expecting her to be there, and the realization hitting me hard every time.
i can't say i'm over it, i don't think i ever will be. i feel guilty because i never felt this way about a family member dying, i guess i was never as close as i was with this dog. maybe it was a different bond, like the one you have with your mother and father, if they are close to you, though i apologize if they aren't.
i don't know, i wanted to get this out there, maybe i will feel better about myself.
i attached an image i took the same day, before she got hit. every time i looked through my phone for an old picture, when i forgot about the incident for a moment of my life, i saw this picture and it just killed me and it still does.
While society has made you learn that those related to you are your family. They're not. Family is dictated by your heart and your heart alone. What you feel a bond with, who you care for, who you really love and protect. Those are your family, they can be made of friends or family or pets. Do not feel guilt for not being sad when family members you may not have been close to or actually even know die, and realize that your pet wouldn't want you to mope around and be sad for her. She would've wanted to play and have fun with you, but now she can't, but she doesn't want you to be sad just because she cant. She has always wanted you to be happy. So even if it's hard, even if it's going to make you cry, its okay. You can cry, let it out, so that the sadness will be gone and all that will be left is your feelings. Move on, for her sake and yours.
