im confused...we all came on here to confess things,tell secrets or vent. why are people on here complaining? isn't that the whole point of this app? If you dont wanna see what people post? Don't use the app,simple.it was created for that exact purpose. stop acting like youre better than anyone. fyi...your shit stinks too. -signed annoyed user
Under a soft grey sky with a quiet rain pouring, I just saw a fox, full of a gorgeous stolidity, standing next to the corpse of another fox, on a railway, through the window of my own train. It is one of the saddest and yet most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I'm about to cry.
I don't sympathise with whiners very well. I grew up fast because my mom died when I was 19. I didn't have her to rely on anymore and I didn't want to burden my family more than I had to. I lived on my own, took on my responsibilities, and somehow scraped by. I used her life insurance to buy a car so I could learn to drive, and used the rest to support myself for a year. I got on food stamps, lived in government assisted housing, and eventually got a full time job. I got myself out of that apartment and off food stamps. I'm still struggling every other paycheck, but I try to not bitch. "Only" having $40 after all my bills are paid and groceries are bought is a blessing. I used to have to choose electric bill over food. Without electricity, all my food in the fridge would go bad and my water to wash clothes in the sink or bathtub would be freezing. $40 was the difference between my electric bill getting paid or not. Adults my age or older bitching about silly things like not having a ride to the mall or a problem with the tanning bed, I just can't relate. Eat ketchup and honey mustard straight out of the bottle for a day because you have no other food, and then you can bitch to me.
This is going to be kind of graphic. I'm a guy, I just turned 16 and me and some friends started hanging out with a senior from school. He seemed like a normal guy at first. That's what I thought. He asked me for my phone number and I didn't think anything of it, I just thought he wanted to hang out again sometime, so I gave it to him. He texted me kind of a lot but still I didn't see anything weird about it. Then a few days later he asked me to go over to his house to hang out and when I got there it was just us two. He told me to sit down and then he came and sat next to me. He sat so close that our legs touched and it was a pretty big couch. He started telling me about how I stood out to him from the rest of my friends the first time we met. I was getting uncomfortable but I'm not an assertive person so I didn't know what to do. I was just kind of frozen. And he started holding my hands in his and touching my hair I'm pretty sure I was trembling at this point and I was so scared so I just said ''could I use your bathroom, please?'' And I locked the bathroom door and texted my sister to come pick me up. Then when I came out, he was standing right in front of the door as if he had been waiting for me. The he just held both my shoulders with his hands, slammed me against the wall and pretty much forced his tongue inside my mouth. I tried to shove him away but he was way bigger than me and I wasn't strong enough. I was yelling and pushing his face away but it was no use. He just kept kissing me. it was so sickening. He held me against the wall with one arm and then all of a sudden I yelped because he shoved his other hand down my pants and started groping me. He was so violent, it hurt so much. please keep in mind that this is a guy who's about a foot taller than me and an obvious athlete. I tried, I really tried to push him off but he was just too strong. I was crying and begging him to stop but he just wouldn't. This went on for a couple of minutes. Then he just stopped and, I don't know if it was because I was crying and trembling or some other reason, but he said ''I'm sorry'' and went back to the couch in the living room and started smoking a cigarette. I locked myself in the bathroom until my sister came. I didn't tell her what happened. I haven't told anyone what happened. He keeps texting me saying that he's sorry and that he didn't know what he was thinking. I don't know how to deal with this. My friends want all of us to hang out again but if I keep declining then it'll look suspicious and they'll want to know why. I don't want them to know why. What should I do?
the sound of a heartbeat relaxes me it makes me feel like I was little again and I am safe
Hate when girls get baby fever and then once they have their baby, they get over it and want to party or do their own thing in denial of the fact that their life is over. Then they just leave them at their grandparents' place all the time. Smarten the fuck up. You just created a life. I thought you were supposed to know better than anyone the weight behind its significance. I'll never have a child. Not on this joke of a planet or in this joke of an existence. Suffering is what you're creating.
Intelligence is sexy. Good looks only get you so far in life, you can't depend on that shit for everything. Looking good ain't anything special anyways. You can go anywhere and find someone attractive. What else do you bring to the table? What makes you any more desirable than the next person? I'm not one of those people that claim "looks don't matter" or "all that matters is personality" because looks do matter and anybody who says otherwise is just being nice. Looks are one piece of a puzzle. You have to have all the pieces to make the bigger picture otherwise it's incomplete. I understand you're used to getting your way because you look good but that bullshit don't fly with me.
ok so i was high, and my frens told me that i was stabbing a pineapple telling them that i was killing spongebob
Sorry people but I will not be forced to accept homosexuality.
For anyone who wonders if doctors are sometimes grossed out or turned on by patients, if cashiers judge what you buy, if fashion store salespersons think that you made a horrible clothing choice for your body type - yes. Absolutely yes. They're humans and they have thoughts. But does it matter? No. They'll never tell you, therefore you can just get over it. (This is coming from someone who used to have bad anxiety about this, and finally realized that it doesn't matter).