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161.
Murder he wrote (00000338)
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2.8/5 (72 Votes)
I killed my neighbor yesterday because he yelled at my dog. I hate it when people yell at my dog so I just got really fed up with him. I just walked up to him and stabbed him 3 times in the chest, and then I hit him over the head with a hammer.

Posted on 29.03.2013, 02:04:01 CET
162.
Protecting the world from Social networking interaction (00000404)
1 comments
2.7/5 (124 Votes)
A friend of mine (m/19) is, to use a modern turn of phrase, a bit of an attention whore. That means she shares, comments and posts every triviality of her life on a famous social networking site to generate as many likes as possible. There are far too many pointless posts. Among some of the better ones are: "yesterday I went shopping" or "just chilling tomorrow". When I visited her a few days ago, however, she made the fatal mistake of leaving the room and not taking her smartphone with her. Since she was already logged in, I quickly changed the privacy settings so that only she can see her posts and the rest of her friends are safe from it. Now she thinks that people are plotting against her, and what really annoys her is that she gets no attention for her posts. I just laugh into my fists. I hope that I will have the courage to tell her one day, but until now it is too hilarious. I'll keep as a silent as a grave.

Posted on 29.04.2013, 05:32:28 CET
163.
My Secrets to the World (00000473)
1 comments
2.7/5 (141 Votes)
So I was with my best [...]
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Posted on 01.06.2013, 14:45:20 CET
Place: canada
164.
A Colossal Date (00000060)
2 comments
2.7/5 (127 Votes)
A few years ago, I was 24, I mostly chatted at work; since I'm self-employed, it's not a problem. One afternoon, it so happened I was chatting with a 20-year old, who described herself as blue-eyed, with blond hair down to her butt and very athletic. What really made me glad was she absolutely wanted to meet with me after work. So, I told her to come by the office at 6 pm, which she then did. The bell rang, I opened the door – it took forever and up the stairs slowly up the struggled, I'm not exaggerating, an enormous colossus, gasping "3rd floor, no elevator, thanks a lot." The rest of her, that's to say the hair, eyes and a perfectly pretty face, at least was as advertised. But athletic? Way off the mark. I was shocked and would have liked to have slammed the door shut. Wouldn't have worked, because my office is the only on the floor, and it has my firm's logo on it.

Well, ok, kind and stupid as well as cowardly as I was in those days, I thought, "Man, you can't tell the girl that she's totally fat and what she's hoping for will never happen." So I asked her if she'd like to go for coffee at the Café Forum on Gärtnerplatz in Munich (not far from my office). Knowing full well that a gay friend of mine worked there and because I resolved, to instantly turn gay, and that way would have no problem going out with girls, regardless of their looks. I'll never forget how bit by bit her face sank, because I transformed myself more and more, and told my gay buddy on the way to the toilet that I should be his ex from that moment on and that he was to rescue me, which he did in an absolutely credible manner. Anyway, I then invited her to a gay bar, to which she indicated, yes, sure, just for a beer, but that she was actually very tired already. To make a long story short:

She disappeared, I was relieved and never heard from her again. I confess hereby only that I was too cowardly and kind not to have told her to her face that it was a lot of cheek to lie to me like that and that I would never under normal circumstances have gotten together with her. And over 230 pounds and 5' 6" is not athletic! Even if all of China squeezes its eyes shut! I continue to be hetero but will turn gay in the blink an eye going forward should something like this happen to me again. And that works for me.

Posted on 08.09.2009, 03:25:38 CET
Place: Häberlstraße, 80337 Munich, Germany
165.
Teacher's Pet? (00000330)
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2.7/5 (99 Votes)
I've really wanted to kill myself because of my teacher in English class, which is apparently one of my goals in life. She is mad at me for lending an owner to a seventh grader and thinking that I was in a food fight when I know I,m not. She just makes me want to die I know. She hates all of the students in my class. I know she wants us dead and I wanted to which I know is against God's will.

Posted on 23.03.2013, 00:39:41 CET
166.
A Spastic Dog (00000550)
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2.7/5 (261 Votes)
Dude, you have to help me, because I don't want to be forced to get down on him. I deserve a young man and my mother is not going to do this to me. She has been told to grow up and keep her knickers on. She is a spastic dog.

Posted on 14.08.2013, 16:46:52 CET
Place: Nikobury
167.
00000294
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2.7/5 (92 Votes)
i almost killed a man and am truly sorry for maybe jesus will forgive me in heavean or hell man i dont know why i am saying this to random people

Posted on 02.03.2013, 20:36:12 CET
Place: parker arizona
168.
The Conservative Me (00000552)
3 comments
2.7/5 (233 Votes)
I don't Skype and never send genital photos. I have never consented to doing porn or webcam sex.

Posted on 14.08.2013, 17:22:22 CET
Place: Heaneyport
169.
00000385
0 comments
2.7/5 (95 Votes)
I started feeling sexually attracted to [...]
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Posted on 22.04.2013, 07:25:08 CET
170.
Climb any Mountain (00000449)
4 comments
2.7/5 (95 Votes)
I'm a lesbian who pretends to be a guy on chat sites so I can see straight girl's titties. They're amazing creations in all aspects, angles, symmetry, and they're perfect in size whatever cup it is. It shapes my world and fills my cup of tea!

Posted on 21.05.2013, 06:22:33 CET
171.
Drug Addict (00000142)
1 comments
2.7/5 (136 Votes)
I'm 16 years old. I have a serious dependency on prescription pain medication. I've been addicted to Oxycontin since late 2010, when my grandmother and only confidant died of lung cancer. Since she had terminal cancer, she was prescribed large doses of narcotics. I happened to stumble across the leftovers about a week after she passed. I figured that I would just take the pills as an escape and then stop, with no nasty after-effects. At that point, I was depressed and hardly ate anything or slept. I took one of the pills, crushed it, and snorted it. The rush I got was like nothing I've ever felt before, and the next day, I did it again. In about a month, I used up all of the pills and got slight withdrawal pains, and I knew that I needed to find more unless I wanted to get sick. I found a drug dealer who got me the pills for fairly cheap, only $15 a pill, and I bought about $200 worth, which was all that I'd saved up over the past few months. I snorted them or crushed them and put them in my coffee, and I continue to do so. I leave class once or twice a day to go to the bathroom and do drugs. I've gone to school high on numerous occasions, but was never caught. Surprisingly, I've managed to keep this a secret for 2 years, and neither my mother (my parents are divorced) nor any of my friends suspect a thing. However, lately, I feel as if I've hit rock bottom. I've done things I'm not proud of. I went rummaging through a dumpster to find drugs when I ran out of money. I've stolen money from good friends, even though they've never suspected it was me. I slept with a pharmacist for his drugs. A great strain has been placed on my relationship with my mom. And as if none of that was enough, I feel that my grandmother is watching me slowly kill myself. That hurts worse than any of the other things. I just feel that she would be so utterly ashamed of me, and it makes me feel even worse about what I'm doing. It's not as if I've never tried to get sober; I've tried many times, but I end up getting sick and feel like I'm dying. I can't go to detox or rehab without my mother knowing about it. What would I tell her, that I'm going on an extended vacation to Disneyland? My personal best is 5 days drug free, and those were the worst 5 days of my life, let me tell you. I've never told anyone about this aside from the pharmacist I slept with, who could have given a shit either way. I don't know how I became such a monster. I need help, I really do, but I don't want to tell my mother about this. I doubt she'd ever trust or look at me the same way ever again. This is eating away at me, and I feel like I'm not in control of my life, and I'm just a marionette with someone else pulling the strings. I feel like I'm watching from the sidelines, and not all the way there. It's terrible. I feel somewhat better about telling you all this, but I know I can't be completely free until I get professional help. If nothing else, let this be a cautionary tale. I know you've probably all heard, "Don't do drugs" so often that it seems corny, but remember this story when you're thinking about doing something. Don't waste your life away for a short high. When you come down, you feel worse than you did before, and it's not worth it. If you pray, I ask you to pray for me, please. If you don't pray, please keep me in your thoughts. I hope through all this that I can come out on the other side a better person. I know I've got to stop, or this'll kill me. I'll overdose or worse. My grandmother came from a long line of drug addicts. I'm not talking the occasional joint drug addict either. I'm talking pump-your-stomach die-in-your-sleep drug addicts, and I feel that I am disappointing her so greatly. And for the 5 days I was sober, I wasn't even doing it for me. I was doing it for her. My inspiration to stop is my grandmother, and I hope that will be enough to get me out.

Posted on 20.04.2012, 11:45:23 CET
Place: California
172.
A Letter To Remember (00000482)
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2.7/5 (224 Votes)
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.

Posted on 08.06.2013, 01:52:13 CET
173.
Cheating on my husband on weekly basis (00000565)
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2.7/5 (909 Votes)
I am cheating on my husband with mainly two black men and a white man on a weekly basis. I am a 23 yr old white woman married to a 24 yr old white man. We are both catholic (I was before we met and he became one for me when we married). I was a virgin when we got married 2 years ago. Well if you don't count sucking off guys and lesbian sex I was a virgin, has I was never fucked in my pussy or ass by a man before my husband.

I love my husband but he does not fuck me like a whore. He treats me and fucks me like a princess which is good for being treated like one but in bed i need to be fucked hard. The most he does with me is slap my ass hard and call me a bitch but that is not enough. We sometimes have a threesome with another girl but still that is not enough. I wish I could stop it, but I have tried and stayed away from them for two months. My biggest fear is one of them or someone else will either by mistake or on purpose enter my pussy and get me pregnant. Its horrible but I can't stop it.

Posted on 03.01.2014, 08:22:44 CET
Place: Knoxville, Tennessee, USA
174.
Looking Good (00000544)
0 comments
2.7/5 (212 Votes)
A place to burn old stuff and come out standing up on the top looking good is what I want from this page. Ok guys, I know you are gods here and make my world freaking beautiful. So do your nasty thing and make my world better. Thanks!

Posted on 14.08.2013, 12:54:04 CET
Place: East Herman
175.
Brother Next Door (00000107)
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2.7/5 (141 Votes)
I need to confess that there is a boy in my condo that lives right next to me and I love how he looks like, he is a nerd one ( as I am a nerd I got attracted to him). Every day I look through my window trying to glare at him just for some seconds, I really want him to become my friend, I even imagine we in the future being like brothers. PS:I am a guy and I just want him to be my "brother".

Posted on 04.07.2011, 17:21:37 CET
Place: Recife, PE, Brazil
176.
Gold digger bitches (00000384)
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2.7/5 (293 Votes)
Though my success with women was previously mediocre at best, I (m/20) have made a 180 degree turn, since finishing my studies. You would be astonished at how the eyes of some women widen when they hear that you're an investment banker, and even more when you arrive with an expensive car and a nice suit. Women who wouldn't have glanced at me before wink at me and talk to me. At first I really enjoyed it but I have come to a point where the world of women makes me sick. Some of you will surely think that it is just about skanks, but it happens in every group of women. Some look for an idiot to buy their drinks, the others look for idiots to finance their house in the country and a convertible. To my confession: For some time I have been exploiting this and said things to women while hooking up: that I was only pretending that I had money; that I am still a student and intern and the car just belongs to a friend who I live with. You would be amazed how quickly a woman can disappear. At the moment I am seriously considering buying an old Golf and going round looking for a wife wearing just jeans and a t-shirt.

Posted on 24.04.2013, 08:35:45 CET
177.
Plagarism (00000129)
1 comments
2.7/5 (205 Votes)
I had a 10 page report due the next day that I hadn't even started. Even though I'd had over a month to do it, I'd still somehow ended up procrastinating, as usual. Well I'm a pretty lazy person, so I end up copying and pasting everything from websites into a report. I'd done this hundreds of times (plagarized), but this time I finally got caught. I got a big fat 0 on the report (I couldn't have cared less) and my parents were called. They were pretty dissappointed in me, but didn't do anything. I still plagiarize things to this day

Posted on 09.10.2011, 10:12:57 CET
Place: California
178.
00000171
0 comments
2.7/5 (107 Votes)
So, I'm basically 15 years of [...]
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Posted on 03.11.2012, 21:11:34 CET
Place: Canada
179.
Rebounds and Revenge (00000339)
0 comments
2.7/5 (80 Votes)
I used to have this really huge crush on a classmate in school. I would try to make my move, but fail, and every time I would try to bond with him, I would fail and feel ashamed. Well, he moved a couple months back, and I don't think he really liked me. I went a little too far. I messed around with his best friend, and soon gained a crush on his best friend. I started to slightly flirt with him and he didn't even notice. I'm talking about his best friend. I still continue to trash talk about him and flirt with his best friend.

Posted on 29.03.2013, 02:40:38 CET
180.
Bottle Deposits for Extra Income (00000392)
2 comments
2.7/5 (181 Votes)
I work in a large company with about 120 employees and the company provides us with free drinks. These are in bottles with a 25 cent return deposit. At some point I noticed that the bottles are not returned and are just thrown into big garbage cans. So now every few nights I go to these containers and stuff 3-4 blue bags full of these bottles. It's a nice secondary income and I bring in an extra 200 Euros a month just because everyone is too lazy to return the bottles. It rightfully belongs to me.

Posted on 27.04.2013, 20:57:58 CET

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