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My brother is 20 years old and fat person. he shouldn't be eating junk food. and yet every single time my mom goes to the store, she buys him a pint of ice-cream. and almost every time she and he go out somewhere, she buys him fast food. I know this because he always has a drink in his hands from chick-fill-a when he comes home from an outing with her. But I am a skinny girl. I weigh 115 pounds, I'm almost underweight. She never buys me any food. She always gets my brother food from his favorite place, and I'm left with only rice or soup to eat. I think it's unfair. Just now, my mom made a batch of brownies and I was so happy. when I went to the kitchen, I couldn't find the brownies anywhere. I honestly think she gave them all to my brother. a whole batch just for him. how is that right? I don't know what to do. I've told her that this is my point of view, but she's always favored him, so she doesn't care.

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  • This sounds like the next episode of my 600 Pound Life. If your mom keeps it up that's where she is headed with him. It is absolutely unreasonable to give someone a whole batch of brownies. Don't be evious of his food intake, it's not healthy and they both need serious help.

  • Unfortunately sometimes parents suck and they treat one kid better than the other. Sometimes if you point it out to them, they make an effort to not favor one kid, cause they're not doing it on purpose. But sometimes they don't see what they're doing wrong or they flat out don't care. And when that's the case, you just have to focus on making a life for yourself and getting away from them. Let her make your brother obese, and you live your life the best you can, and when you get away from her, let her regret how she treated you. Let her regret not being kind to you when she had the chance.

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i want a hug right now

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  • *sending virtual hug*

  • I understand that. Been fighting this weird cancer thing that has been going away the last couple months as I keep swallowing and taking this medication. It's so weird. I feel so weak.

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My therapist says that deep down I miss having people in my life. While true I think it's too much trouble trying to make things good with everyone around me.

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  • You can't be a people pleaser. If you try to keep everyone happy, no one will be. Make yourself happy, but be caring and mindful of others. You'll find people who are happy with the same things you are and dealing with people won't be so hard.

  • Maybe make new friends? I had toxic family too. If it can't be repaired, it is what it is.

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I barely watch any porn these days and when I do the scene is pretty vanilla mature women getting banged by dudes under 30. I'm almost 40 btw. It's just that I'm disenchanted with sex and relationships. I have many problems in my life right now and not having a gf or fwb is the least of my worries. Yes, you can say that porn or a real woman ain't supposed to solve my problems.

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  • Maybe fixing the other problems in your life will help you with this one.

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I'm a loser. My life is so empty. I don't have a goal in life, no friends, no gf, no job, no money. I'm gonna end alone and poor.

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  • What makes you a loser isn't not having a job or a girlfriend. Not trying to better your life makes someone a loser. Even if you're one right now; you can make the decision to stop being one any second of the day. Just look for a job; you don't even have to get one, but trying alone already makes you a winner. Don't have a goal in life? That's even great in a way. If you're not shooting for a particular star, Then you can't miss it! So you should be glad about having all opportunities still open for you. Just shoot and see where you'll land in the end. (By the way, life goals very often come and change with age. There are more people around you who don't know what they want yet than those you have a clear aim)

  • then create one. The only thing you're creating is telling yourself you'll be alone and poor. Just saying.. It's not easy but when does life become easy in the first place?

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I kind of had a mental breakdown at my boyfriend's house yesterday. It was the middle of the night and we were in his bed when he asked me about the scratch marks on my hips. He’d asked me about them before several months ago, when he first saw them, and I was too scared to talk about it then. So I told him to ask me another day, and I guess that day was last night. But I froze when he brought it up, the same way I did when he asked me about it for the very first time. He said he needed to know. When I didn’t say anything, he said “Did your mother’s friend do this to you? She did, didn’t she?” and I instantly started hardcore dissociating, like my sense of reality was beginning to slip. He knew. I don’t know how. I never told him. But he knew it was her who was responsible for the scratches on me. He only met my mom’s friend once, but he must’ve seen her nails. She always, since the day I met her up until the last time I saw her, had these horrible, sharp, artificial nails. And yeah, she used to hurt me with them. The memory of what happened next is kind of a blur. I just remember panicking so much that I went numb. I remember getting off his lap, leaving the room, staggering down the stairs, and ending up in the woods behind my boyfriend's house, somehow. I remember him coming out after me, asking me where I was going, telling me to come back. I didn't know what I was doing or how I'd gotten out there. I kind of just wanted to run away as fast as I could because I was so terrified of the conversation that was about to happen, but I didn’t run. So he walked me back to the benches on his back porch, sat me down, and asked me what was wrong. All I was able to tell him was: they used to be worse. The scratches on my hips—they didn't always look like the thin white lines they are today. They used to look like they'd been put there by an animal. They used to feel like it, too. Back then, I was the only boy in my P.E class who changed clothes in the bathroom stalls instead of out in the locker room with everyone else, and I was the only boy in my neighborhood who wore a t-shirt whenever my parents made me to go to the pool. And it was because of this. I couldn’t look at the scratches on my hips without thinking back to how I got them, when she was pinning me down, sinking her horrible, horrible nails into my sides and… well, I’m not gonna say what she did next, but it was awful. I couldn’t look at my own body without wincing. I told him all of this. I told him everything. All my secrets, all the details, all the things I’d been terrified to tell him, it all just spilled out of me. I didn’t even realize I was crying until he wiped my eyes and nose for me. I told him I’m sorry he has to see me like this, and that I hate that I have to burden him with my trauma. Then he pulled me closer to him and quite literally held me until I stopped crying, and he said he never ever wants me to be afraid of talking about these things with him, because nothing I could possibly tell him will make him stop loving me, and that even if he can’t always understand my pain he’s always going to listen to me. He also said "I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault, okay? It's not your that fault this happened to you, and it's not your fault that you couldn't stop her." And that was the first time anyone in real life ever said that to me. I had no idea how badly I needed to hear that. It was two in the morning when we finally went back to bed, and I couldn’t stop looking at his sleeping face and wondering why I was ever so afraid to tell him what happened to me. He’s such a wonderful guy. I had no reason at all to be so worried. But still, it feels strange, knowing that he knows everything now. It feels strange knowing that there’s no more secrets I need to keep from him. I’m not gonna pretend like I’m not embarrassed after I told him all of that, but I’m glad he knows and at least that's all out of the way now.

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My life is so hard that I want to start consuming drugs, alcohol or cigarettes. ... I want to cut myself in pieces and I can't stop fucking crying. I want to run away from everything and everyone and just be alone. i haven't told this to anyone & was keeping it in myself up untill now. Please tell me what to do I want to kill myself & I tried couple of times...

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  • If your serious and ur not just fucking around on here just for kicks( which would be sick and twisted and someone who never lost anybody 2 suicide )but if your serious about this GET HELP NOW find a therapist who u trust and can bond with. you might have 2 see a few b4 u have that connection but it will help u immensely i know from peraonal experience. Please dont keep yourself alone in this to fight your demons. tell a parent sibling or any relative u trust and love and that loves u if u dont have anyvbody like that im sure u have a trusted friend who cares about that would help u in this. u dont wanna keep this shit bottled up or your r e gonna end up dead at your own hands. not to be morbid or uncaring just blunt and brutality honest

  • heyy how are you now? i hope youre doing okay. its okay, just take a deep breath. hard life is not just you who feel it. i feel it too, youre not alone. do what makes you happy and eat delicious meals!

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Today I've felt guilty and unlovable because of past things and my thoughts and feelings. I really just hope this will pass.

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I sometimes repeatedly say to my self I love you and try to imagine that someone else is saying it to me. Sometimes I cry after doing that because I think that no one will ever love me (romantically) because I am too ugly

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  • Ugliness doesn't affect your chances of being lovable

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Don't know what to do anymore. Months ago I ate something that caused my stomach to act strange and sickly. I didn't take any medicine and just some yogurts. It lasted for 3 weeks as I remember. My stomach is totally fine now except that I now have smelly gas. Before getting sick, I have no problem with smell (since there's nothing). I tried advises from internet on how to lessen the smell but it isn't working. It's now 8 weeks of trying to figure how to get that smell off. Also, no colon cancer for sure since I have no other symptoms. It is now frustrating me and starting to affect my self-esteem.

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  • Go to a doctor. I also had similar problems and googled so much than I could probably write a bachelor thesis now, but then went to a professional and he came up with something that Dr. Google didn't tell me. I'm fine now. If you're embarrassed to go, you don't have to say you have smelly gas. Just tell him you had stomach problems weeks earlier and that you don't have bad symptoms anymore, but aren't feeling normal again. I did the same because I was too shy to say the word diarrhea and he still managed to diagnose me. Good luck

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