I wish I could text you and tell you I'm sorry. I never wanted us to end the way we did. I had nothing but love and admiration for you. I would've followed you into the very fires of hell. I wish we could've met on equal grounds. But your path was full of destruction and chaos. I wanted to save you from that and you know this. I saw you try so hard. But you cant deny your nature. And I couldn't fight mine. You were hellbent on creating madness and disorder while I tried to fix the sins of my past. God I loved you! I wanted us to be together! But it wasnt possible no matter how much I wanted it. I never wanted to hurt you! It's been almost a year now and not one day goes by where I dont wish things didnt end horribly as they did. I want to reach out to you. Apologize to you. But even now, I'm too far gone in my own path to reach back. You have your daughter, and I have mine. I can look, but what was is gone. I love you. My Friend. My heart. My Noah.
Who would have thought that having a grade A high school diploma (Abitur), smoking a lot of weed and being engaged could be extremely shitty. I mean, Ok, technically I am still a student, as we officially finish school on the 26th this month where I go to school, but I'm all out of perspectives; and being an inefficient stoner doesn't help. Time to get my shit together again.
I think bullying is so much fun. Back in high school, it was a fun way to bond with my friends and girlfriend. We were all so vicious to weakass nerds. My girlfriend loved to humiliate them in front of others. She would even sit on them when the teacher was not in class lmfao
Just in case you ever are or were mad at your English teacher for reading so much bullshit into metaphors and symbols that were supposedly hidden in small details in books (like the infamous "The courtains are blue because they symbolize the depression that the character goes through" - no Mrs. Miller, they are just fucking blue - and things like that). I am an author. I regularly write such metaphors or symbols. And guess what. Almost all of them happen by accident. Total coincidence. Sometimes I look back and I'm like "Wow, that's genius. Wish I had come up with that on purpose." Like, the curtains in my books are blue because my favorite color is blue or because while writing, I looked around and saw blue curtains. I always imagine English teachers or critics looking at those paragraphs and going on for hours about the ingrained symbolism. And I look back at my student years and am glad that I was probably right for being mad at Mrs. Miller in a lot of cases.
Wanna hear a quite embarrassing thing that just happened to me? I'm still mortified. So, because of Corona, our school introduced a new policy: only one person at a time is allowed in the bathroom. As a result, there's usually a big line in front of the girl's toilets. Now, because you know that nobody is about to enter anyways, I've adopted the habit of not locking the stall door anymore. Not even consciously, I just don't do it anymore. Today during lessons I noticed that I was getting my period, so I rushed to the toilets as soon as the bell rang. You probably can guess where this is going, but trust me, it's even worse. Because the line in front of the girl's toilets was so long, I just went into the boy's toilets. And because it was empty and because I was used to it, I didn't lock the stall. I pulled down my pants, they're all bloody, and quickly put in a tampon- which I always do standing up because I try to not touch public toilet seats if I don't have to. And in comes a guy from one of my classes. This is the picture he must have seen: a panting girl with disgusting, bloody underwear just standing there with a finger in her vagina, looking at him with a shocked expression. The only hope I have is the fact that he's more the quiet type and possibly won't tell anyone.
Once in 5th grade, a teacher started screaming at me for saying something harmless under my breath. He was taller than me by at least a foot and a half. I was already scared of men because of my father, so this terrified to the point that I was crying and couldn't breath. He saw this and didn't even care.
While I was a teenager I sometimes flirted with guys to get them to do school work for me. One guy wrote an essay for me. Another one who was older gave me his project that we had to do for class and he had to do the year before. One guy regularly did my Latin homework for me and also let me copy his answers in ever chemistry exam, which was probably the only reason why I didn't fail the class. The actual confession here is that I don't feel bad about it because I never promised them anything, they voluntarily did those things because they were desperate for sex.
Years ago i was teaching in a university when i had one of the girl students who said she would be glad to spent the weekend with me. i had already another student at home and asked her if she would be ok for a threesome which she accepted. one was blond the other was brunette. i lied them one on top of the other and had these gorgeous Pussies in front of me! i penetrated into the blond one a few times and then into the other.it was damn good!......... guys whenever you have chance to fuck with someone do not be stopped by the partner, go beyond the limits, do whatever you can do. there is no girl in the world that will not like being fucked. it is just their words rejecting, avoiding, escaping. whereas they really do not know physically what, how, where, when they want!
I had a friend at school. One day we had to collect ten different types of leaves. She tried to make me collect them for her. I had an idea so I agreed. I collected mine already and she had the nerve to say: don't forget the leaves! I said: sure. We had to bring them to the teacher in a week. I waited without collecting any more leaves. On the last evening before we had to bring the leaves to school, I texted her saying that I didn't find any leaves. She got a grade lower.
I had a friend who was always being annoying and thought it was funny to hit me as hard as she can. She is kind of stronger than me but I am smarter. I scratched her sometimes when she hit me and she asked me how I do it (obviously to use it against me). I practiced scratching on my own hand when I was in 4th grade (don't ask). I told her that she should scratch herself till she bleeds (which I never did). The next day she came to school and proudly showed me her hand. It was full of scars and looked disgusting. I went to the toilet because I couldn't hold my laugh anymore. Her stupidity is too much to handle. She still scratches like a baby.