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|Archived Since:||April 11, 2008|
I’ve slept with seven guys. None of them has cared about me. I’m afraid I’ll never be able to change that, but mostly, I’m afraid I might not want to.
I have one night stands because it makes me feel loved. In the morning, I feel like I don’t deserve to be loved because I’m a ‘whore’.
I have been having an affair with my husband’s best friend for 6 months. I will live this lie until I get caught.
Why do you feel the need to look to a god for inspiration, when you could most likely find someone much more inspirational right beside you.
Sometimes when you get angry, I get scared and want to cry. I’m scared someday you’ll take your anger out on me.
I was in love with my best friend. We’re both girls. I never told her. We have lost touch. But I think she knew.
I will never be this happy ever again.
I still answer whenever you call because I am still in love with you and always will be. Just say the word and I’ll come running.
Women are SO beautiful.. …inside AND out. It pains me GREATLY.. …that they can be SO horrible to each other.
Dad, you’ve been through so much with me. The thought of you dying one day, kills me on the inside.
She was my older cousin. And she would practice making out with guys. WITH ME. And my family never noticed. That’s why I can’t stand looking at her. I was only 9 and she was 17.
My parents are very religious. I don’t know how to tell them that I sometimes don’t believe there is a GOD because I always feel alone.
I met a great guy on Facebook. We’ve been on and off for almost a year and a half. We’ll never meet in person though. Because I’m not SKINNY or BEAUTIFUL in real life.
I want to get a tattoo and my mom said she’d kill me if I did. I honestly believe she would.
I am FAT. And I am afraid that if I were to LOSE WEIGHT, I still wouldn’t be BEAUTIFUL.
I sneak to the meat department to have sex with a MARRIED meat man at the store where I work. He’s 41. I’m 19.
I lost my faith at five.
I can’t tell my friend I slept with her boyfriend… And it’s not because I care about her. It’s because I care about the other friends I lied to in order to hide my shame.
I’m afraid the reason why he doesn’t like me is because.. we’re not the same ethnicities.
I never told anyone how hard it was for me when my grandma died right in front of me. I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want to seem selfish. She died one month before my birthday. And nobody knew that I took her death the hardest.