Confession Thread ver. whatever

[Insert Name Here²]

you should still see someone if you wanted to shoot your school up, simply because it sucked

Well it wasn't just "simply because it sucked," I said that to simplify all my feelings about the school so I wouldn't have to type a whole paragraph worth of crap

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[Red Spy]

I used to loving hate France for no reason

[Outpact-]

I'm widely aware and a little scared for my Loli special interest.
Mostly because when I will get a wife, will I loving even like bigger boobs than flats.

[Nix the Glaceon]

I used to loving hate France for no reason

croissant

[Red Spy]

croissant

I'll shove a baguette up your ass oui oui

[Outpact-]

croissant

[Insert Name Here²]

I'll shove a baguette up your ass oui oui

hon hon

[plexy]

omelette du fromage

[BLockyBuildingBro]

did my thread just reveal the next omar mateen Insert get the forget outta here boi

[Neventii]

i stuff via goku squat

[Magus]

I'll absolve you of your sins for the low, low price of $95!

[Canis]

so I wouldn't have to type a whole paragraph worth of crap

you are allergic to paragraphs. :p

I sometimes have sudden episodes where I am nigh-incapable of reading between any lines whatsoever. During these, when someone fails to give maybe one detail, I have no idea what they are talking about. Nada. That half of their statement (and everything connected to it) becomes like a cliffhanger. I lose the ability to infer anything from the situation at hand. It's like my mind is fatigued and I can't figure anything out for myself, and so I feel the inexplicable need to request clarifications at every single turn– simply because anything implicit just doesn't register.

While in this state, I also become suddenly anxious that nobody can pick up anything that I imply either, and I find myself terrified that if I say something merely approximate it will be taken exactly as I said it and - god forbid - misunderstood. I experience an irresistible urge to specify everything. I switch into a mode where I cannot rest until I've made use of all the appropriate descriptors and feel that there is no room to mislead anybody. I feel like I'm not communicating correctly at all unless I meet absurd levels of clarity.

I also alternate between robotic/clinical and very nervous and meek when in these states.

[Timestamp]

i eat ass

[Rigel]

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I also alternate between robotic/clinical and very nervous and meek when in these states.

I feel you in the snipped part. It happens to me often enough to make me hate myself a bit more, but the unsnipped part is just how I've always spoke, except just add extremely sarcastic and richardish as a third option.

I unironically like vaporwave. I also enjoyed what I watched of My Little Pony but wouldn't say I'm a brony or whatever.

Pretty much this.

I'm actually a bit scared of how I think of things some times. Often my first thought when encountering a people related problem is stabbing someone I don't like and running away, fantasizing about that thought for a few moments, before discarding it and actually working on the problem. Another confession is that I actually do feel emotions, but most people that see me and talk to me think I'm some sort of emotionless robot, and accuse me of having no empathy or sympathy when I just don't show any emotion. I loving feel everything, maybe not as intensely as someone in hollywood, but holy stuff that's not reason enough to accuse me of being willing to commit genocide.

Bit of a tangent there. Another confession is that I think I might be a bit of a sadomasochist, but that might just be me being silly. Not in the loveual way, either, just finding fun in hurting others and being hurt. But that could also just be part of being human.

Oh yeah, another confession. I loving HATE ANYONE THAT SAYS THEY HAVE OCD WHEN THEY JUST FEEL LIKE MAKING SOMETHING NEAT ON OCCASION. I'm going to break out a poem from the great /u/Poem_for_your_sprog from Reddit. I feel like reciting this poem whenever someone says "oh god OCD, gotta make these cards straight"

'I have to sort my books!' she cried,
With self-indulgent glee;
With senseless, narcissistic pride:
'I'm just so OCD!'

'How random, guys!' I smiled and said,
Then left without a peep -
And washed my hands until they bled,
And cried myself to sleep.

This also goes to anyone that calls themselves a sociopath or insane or whatever the forget other completely loving horrible mental disorder is "cool" to pretend to have at the time. Hell, I'm pretty sure I've told one guy off here for this exact purpose.

Another confession, I don't know why I feel like confessing so much. Forgive me my holy sun, for I have sinned.

[Canis]

Another confession, I don't know why I feel like confessing so much. Forgive me my holy sun, for I have sinned.

When one person opens up and talks about stuff on a level that feels legitimate and strikes people as particularly genuine, it kinda causes a forum-wide outpour of more of the same.

I mean, not all the time, but people like relating their problems. Many people on here are also emotionally starved or generally depressed which kinda raises the odds sometimes.