When I first began cutting, my best guy friend saw on my legs and arms. I was at a volleyball tournament and he pulled me aside from my friends. He then held me there in a hug and said "what are you doing?" To which i replied "I could ask you the same thing." My friend ran his fingers across the scars and cuts and looked me right in the eyes and said "beautiful girls like you shouldn't hurt themselves. It hurts the boys who love those girls." Not only did I stop cutting right then and there but we started dating.
The names here are not our real names, but I'll use them to explain it better. Call me Aaron, my sister is Amanda. My cousins are Charles and Christie, and they're also brother and sister. We grew up together because we were neighbors during our childhood and teen years. Charles and I are the same age, Amanda and Christe are 2 years younger than us. When I was 17, my grandpa passed away. The night of the funeral my cousins, sister and I cried ourselves to sleep on eachother's embrace. Next morning we woke up around the same time, and we just kept sharing the bed and the mournful, respectfulpened 20 ye, comforting silence. This hapars ago. Life goes on, and we're all married, living each in a different city, but we keep in touch all the time through the internet. Last week most of the family gathered in a reunion to celebrate what would have been the 100th aniversary of my grandpa. The four of us could meet in person for the first time in 8 years. We talked a lot, and when we could get a little time alone, I said to them that I never felt as connected to any other human being as I feel to them. They all said that they feel the same. And the most amazing thing ever, we're all getting our first sons/daughters around the same time, as my wife, Charles' wife, Amanda and Christie are pregnant. We're now thinking of moving to the same city, and if possible to the same neighborhood to raise our kids together.
My friend died 2012. She went home alone after a party, passed out on her back on the kitchen floor and threw up. She was found dead next morning. I was supposed to go home with her that night. I have never told anyone.
Officially adiccted to confesster. The thing is, I used to hate people, like in general, but reading this confessions make me closer with people, I can feel their pain and suffering. I made a conection.
My Boyfriend is a singer. He always asks me about my opinion on his voice. I tell him that he's got an awesome voice. Actually he sings really shitty & i just don't have the heart to tell him.
I should be studying..
I don't believe in god.
I sometimes wish random strangers would hug me.
Once the neighbor kid, type of that irritating, mommy's most precious little brat beated our dog, because the dog barked too much after the "lovely" kid threw a firework to our yard. My dad is the Ice-cream man in our little hometown and he have an ice cream truck. I volunteered for a week that i will do his work so he can rest a bit or do something else he wants. He agreed. I prepared a special ice cream for my target with a shitload of laxatives and not that type which helps you to poop a bit easier. Hell no. How could i describe it? If you take to much from this stuff then your stomach will hurt like 50 demons poking it with their sharp and pointy spears and your anus will cry and blow the niagara falls trough a tiny straw. I stopped at the playground, started the music and waited with patience. He came and we made the deal. I got the money, he got the suprise. He ate it with such joy I barely could hold back the evil laughter. Few minutes later the laxative kicked in. His face was priceless with full of misery and pain.. He cried a river, while he shat himself with a force and sound that i heard in the truck few meters away. Since then when i see him i laugh so much my tears are starting to flow. I have no regrets, just wanted to share this.
One time, there was a kid behind me in the plane. He was screaming the whole flight and also kicking my chair. AFter a couple of times asking the parents to let the kid shut up, I turned around, looked him in the eye and said: 'Santa isn't real.' The whole flight was filled with more screaming and yelling. But it was totally worth it.