In 7th grade, I told my classmate about a friend I had seen yesterday, thought he was pretty cool, and that I might see him more often. It turned out my classmate knew the friend so she wanted me to give a very important letter to him. I didn't question it, and never thought to because she told me it was personal but it was very urgent that he got it. So, on my way home with the letter my mother had told me that the day we were flying to move had been rescheduled to tomorrow because the flight that we were originally planning to take had been cancelled, or something like that. So, I put the letter in a box with all my little belongings, and told my neighbor who goes to my school to apologize to my classmate. So we move, and now 8 years from then, 2 months ago, my mother wanted to thoroughly clean the attic since summer is coming and she wanted to have more room. So I sit there for hours and I come across an envelope, with notebook paper folded inside with the front labeled "TO: (name withheld)" It took me a few minutes to realize that, that was the letter to my friend from my classmate. I figured since it's been almost 8 years I can read it. So I read it and basically it was saying how my classmate thinks she got pregnant from one of her friends because the condom was broken when they finished having sex. Also that she knows how my friend's father works at a drug store and she wanted him to steal some birth control for her to prevent anything. She didn't want her father to know because he might beat her so she desperately needs the birth control. I feel horrible. I don't know if it was true and I know it's 8 years too late but I feel horrible that I didn't give it to another friend to deliver it.
When I (w) lived in my first apartment in my early 20s, I had a neighbor. An older bachelor, nothing remarkable. Only his extremely loud snoring drew my attention. The walls in this house were very thin and his bedroom apparently backed on to mine, so the noise from next door was often really noticeable. One day in the discount shop on the corner there was no more still water left, only sparkling, which I drank out of necessity. The next night I woke up thirsty and drank a lot of water, whilst the neighbor was busily snoring away again. Suddenly an incredible monster burp popped out of me. A booming roar, louder than I had ever experienced. At that moment the grunting abruptly stopped on the other side of the wall. I had actually burped the old man awake. I bet he never got woken up by a woman like that. When we next met at the garbage room he looked at me quite strangely. I dedicate this little story to the portion of the male population who do not want to believe that women do the same things as men. Honestly boys, how do you imagine the female organism to work? Yes, I confess that I burp and fart often and gladly, when I am alone. When something is in the pipeline, so to speak, no matter what direction, then out it comes. Just as nature intended, and you feel much better straight away!
I'm male 22, am tired of everything going on my life. I'm tired of being unsuccessful in my life, either it my studies or living up to my family's expectation or anything else. The only thing good in my life will be my "friends" but I don't want to talk to them about this "problem" because I'm afraid they will take this as a joke. I know that I have a much better life than many others out there, not that I am super rich or something, but still this small problem is eating me out. And, I have moved into drugs i.e. alcohol or weed to suppress this. I know that it's not much of a confession but it feels good to get it off my chest. "I am not happy with almost everything that is going on my life."
I, as a person, have a tendency to lie, cheat, and manipulate. I'm secretive, and I make up excuses. There is no other way to put it. I'm unreliable, hide certain things and manipulate people. I also live in my imagination, an opinion of what I want the world to be. Reality matters not to me, because I've found a better substitute. I find nothing wrong with the things I do in the real world, and my own mind. I am a shady, insane, and a poor excuse for a human being.