Just made out (22M) with a girl (18F), who was already proposed to. Showed me her ring. Told me stuff that shes obsessed with me, and that im the guy that she should be with. Also told me that i shouldn't tell anyone about our affair. Shes playing with my mind. I'm not telling anyone about the thing, but i'd fuck her anytime anywhere and she's thinking about it the same way as i do.
I'm a piece of shit I lie to my wife and seriously don't give a fuck about her. then when she calls me out on my bullshit I make it all about me then tell her what she wants to hear just so I can keep doing whatever I want. fuck that fat toothless cunt. I'm just biding my time till I find some other dumb bitch live off
Fuck I hate my five yrs old niece. She makes me realize that I hate children or better yet dealing with them all day long.
Lying to others is something I love to do but at the end of the day, I remember the lie, I cringe, I get mild emotional breakdown, and I get PTSD (no kidding I developed it from that) and then I told myself," I'm not doing it to other people again." But here comes my childhood trauma of trust issues and I lie again. I basically just lied to them again and I have always lied to myself over and over.... If my childhood never happened I wouldn't have an impulse to lie especially when people ask me question (even that question is not even personal). I never wanted to lie but i felt that I needed to lie..
I am trying to eat less food because of my frequent fluid bowel movements. It's becoming tirong to keep saying no when my family members keep on asking me eat more.
I can't eat certain food but since I'm not allergic in the classical sense (meaning I don't instantly start dying, but I certainly do feel like dying a couple of hours later because of explosive diarrhea), people often either don't believe me or call me rude and extra. I think I've posted about it before on here, maybe you remember. The most recent wonderful thing that happened was that I ate at a family member's house. I asked them if the food is safe for me and they assured me that it is, so I ate tons of it. A little time later, toilet. I was knocked out for 3 whole days. I asked them about it, thinking that they might not have known that their food actually wasn't safe for me, and what did they say? "Oh yeah I know, there was some in it. But come on, such a little amount can't hurt, so I didn't want to tell you because I wanted you to eat something". For the record, I had told said person that even traces hurt me. But you know, if you don't get an anaphylactic shock, it's totally fine. I'm done with people.
I really didn't want to talk to that stupid motherfucker. Stupid piece of shit. I really hate these motherfuckers. Retarded assholes. I can't stand them. What dumbasses.
i fucking hate christmas. there is nothing fun about it, nothing holy, sure as hell nothing merry and everything about it is just so pretentious.
went over to my guy friends house last night to have a few drinks. when I got there, he had a friend over who was already super drunk. anyways this guy turned out to be a total creep. spent the first 20 minutes repeating that i'm cute and that he's jealous of my friend being near me. already started feeling uncomfortable. but just figure he's deunk. whatever... but it didnt stop. and he ended up going on the floor infront on the couch my friend and I were sitting on and kept trying to touch my leg and I kept swatting him away. it was making me more uncomfortable. so texted my bf to come back (he had dropped me off and was gonna pick me up after) but I was getting really uncomfortable so asked him to come back to keep the guy away. then he tried groping my boob and trying to put his hands on my pussy. I swatted him away again and told him if he tries again, i'm kicking him in the face. so he said "so I can touch you then?" i responded "if you wanna get kicked in the face" he said "ok, sweet" and tried again... so I kicked him in the face... he was all upset that I kicked him, he said it really hurt... but then tried again 30seconds later. so I kicked him harder.... this time he was crying and his nose was bleeding ( I dont think I broke it, it wasnt that bad) but yea. that pissed him off. i went to the bathroom. on my way out I hear a huge crash. go into the living room to find the couched flipped and his face against the door to the deck bleeding hard core. I can only guess he tripped and smashed his face into the door. we figured it was time for him to go home. so we got his gf to come get him. who wasn't to happy with us when she saw him bleeding and his mouth all busted up. she accused us of beating him up... was kind of worried she would of called the cops. but she didnt. which is good. but damn. some people need to learn to hold their liquor. they also need to learn the word NO.
my school is such a bitch and is the biggest snitcher i know. you skipped ONE school day and suddenly you get 4 emails sent home, a letter and a meeting with your parents. its the end of the school term for fuck sakes merry christmas to you too bitch