ok I'm not trans or anything but I really want to have a dick i feel like it would be fun I want to move my hips and make that fucker spin around. i want to masturbate with a dick. I want to fuck some pussy. I want to pee standing up. I just want to have a dick for a day
Social media is great platform for teens and young adults to speak up about their toxic parents and find the support and validation they need. It is a great way to spread awareness that helps other teens in similar situations and can be life saving for kids of toxic and emotionally unstable and abusive parents but it can also be harmful and damaging to parents who aren't really that toxic. In 2013 my sister and I took to social media to vent about how toxic our mother was. We weren't using the word toxic at the time, it wasn't as popularized back then as it is now but I'll be using the word toxic here to give an understanding of our online content about our mother without going into all the details. When we took to social media to vent about our toxic mother we received a ton of support, validation and over 300 shares altogether between our posts, tweets and videos about all the negative and toxic traits our mother had. She made many mistakes but we weren't completely innocent and we didn't always share the full story to our followers who supported us. Like most teens we thought we knew everything about everything, our mother did in fact make many of those mistakes we spoke on but a lot of the time we were the ones who were wrong. We demonized our mother for her mistakes and she didn't deserve it, I am so ashamed and disgusted with myself. My mother was a young single mom of 2 daughters, she first became a mom when she had me at 18. She sacrificed so much for me and my sister and gave us all the love she had to give. Both my sister and I repaid her by publicly labeling her as a bad parent and even slut shaming her. Because of that our mother was cyber bullied off facebook. Even in real life she was harshly judged and shamed because of everything we shared online, she even lost the few close friends she had who were her support system for years. She did apologize to us for some of things we posted about but still stood her ground on most of it. We posted about all her mistakes and toxic traits, we only focused on her faults. We ignored and took for granted all the good in her and never gave her credit for how supportive she was. She knew my sister was gay before my sister knew it herself, she accepted her for who she was from the start and encouraged her to openly be herself no matter what anyone says or thinks and we still only posted her faults. In 2015 we finally moved out of her house, with her financial help nonetheless and we still continued to post all the damage our toxic mother left with. 2015 was also the year I had an abortion, I use to say that my best friends mom was more of a mom to me than my actual mother was. But when I needed an abortion it was my own mom that paid for it and she not only financially supported my abortion but she also drove 4 hours to emotionally support me through it too. Despite her faults she was always there for us when we needed her and we never appreciated or gave her credit for that online because we were getting so much traction on social media as the daughters of a toxic mother and that became our online niche that could eventually become a career while also reaching out to help other children of toxic parents. In 2013 when we first began posting about how toxic our mom was she was angry that we put her on blast and aired our dirty laundry. But even though our posts and videos of her led to her being bullied off facebook and losing her friends, we thought she quickly got over it. We didn't know how she really felt inside, we didn't know she was hurting so much and had no one left to turn to. We didn't know how lonely she was, we didn't know she wanted her end and the only reason she stayed alive as she did was to make sure we would be ok without her. She was only waiting until we were independent enough to take care of ourselves without needing her anymore so she could end her life. In 2017 she took her own life. At the time that she committed suicide it had been 5 months since my sister and I last spoke to her. She didn't leave a suicide note but when we looked through her phone we found anonymous online confession groups that she'd frequently post in. In those anonymous confessions she wrote about how proud she was of her 2 daughters, she wrote about her depression, what a failure she thought she was as a mom, she never once blamed us for her pain and trauma but we knew. The reason why she didn't leave a suicide note was because she didn't think she had anyone who would care. Words cannot describe the pain and regret my sister and I both felt and still feel to this day! The pain we feel is unbearable when we think about all the times our mother was there for us but nobody was there for her in her darkest hour. We spoke out about how our mother emotionally damaged us but she remained silent about the mental and emotional damage and trauma that we left her with. She died alone feeling worthless, unloved, unwanted, unappreciated and nothing will ever change that. We are such cowards that we couldn't even admit all this to our followers and subscribers. All we could do is delete our posts and videos as well as our old accounts entirely but the damage is still done. It has been 3 years since our mother took her life and we are still unable to forgive ourselves and move on. I wish we could go back in time to tell her how much we love her and how irreplaceable she was, I wish we could tell her we forgive her and ask for her forgiveness in return. I wish we had been there for her to support the way she always did for us and tell her how amazing and strong she was.
I'm 17 and didn't have much ideas of what to do with my life. I finished highschool (which sucks in my country, it doesn't teach much and serves only for collage admission tests and civil service exams). My dad planed all what I should do. He told me to join the army's as a sergeant and then start my studies in a collage to work with whatever I want (in my country, if you have highschool diploma, you can do an admission exam for a 2 years sergeant course). I said, "Yeah, whatever, it looks a good opportunity and the salary is pretty great". My only trouble was the physical exam which I scraped through but I did it. I felt scared when I was on the list of approved candidates. The boot camp was in another state and I didn't feel ready, nor capable of passing through the boot camp training. I was passing through a break up, had low self steem, was pretty negative and sensitive. My dad said I didn't have the permission to give up and come back home, I should take the training like him, my grandpa and most of my family did. It started in February of this year. The first days were hard but actually better than I though, but after the first week I was overloaded and freaking out, thinking that I couldn't take it, I couldn't do all the things my instructors were yelling me to do. So in the beginning of the second week, I gave up and came back home. My dad couldn't look at my face for weeks. I was living with him before all this, so when he found out I quit, he packed all my stuff and left at my mom's. I live with her now, she is helping me a lot, I tried studying for a civil service exam but things got messed up now because of the virus. I don't know what I should do. My mom doesn't have money to handle a collage and my dad doesn't like the idea of me going to a collage "wasting time and money" with the risk of still be unemployed after I finish it. I admit that, even though it was short, that time in the army's was good for me in some ways, like organization, humility, respect and will to live, I had will to do something with my life, I got way less depressed, found out what collage I wanted to go and enjoyed my family more. So, now I'm confused. My dad keeps telling me to try again and "get my soul back" (whatever that means) while also tells me the benefits of being a sergeant. I can't tell if, some moments when I actually motivate myself to go back, it's my father who's talking or myself. And when I say, "I don't want to go back there", I don't know if I'm just afraid of trying, get my ass kicked pretty bad and give up again, or I simply don't want that, it's not what I like and shit. So, I'm confused as fck and scared of making the wrong decision. Should I Try again or Should I not? I know that's my call but it's so fucking hard to decide...
when I was little, a girl in my class had kissed me on the cheek and said that she loved me. I was really confused why a girl was kissing me and not a boy but I just said "cool" and then she yelled at me. is this what its like dating girls for guys??
when my family was camping when I was 6 I had to poop but the bathroom was far away so I pooped in the bushes and my mum saw it later and I lied and said it was probably a dog and she said "DOGS DONT SHIT THAT BIG" I just remembered that and thought it was funny
(this is a note I had written to my ex best friend but I never gave it to him) Dear Cody I'm so sorry for the things ive said and how I hurt you. I'm a shitty person. I know I told that I was trying to work on it but I wasn't. Every time I said you looked like shit and you weren't special I was joking and I thought you knew it was a joke. I'm sorry for saying all those lies to you I was such a horrible friend to you. I have lost so many people because of my actions and I don't want to lose another please talk to me. (I regret not sending it. it's been 4 years I have moved on but it still makes me sad thinking about my shitty past self)
I had a boyfriend when I was 13 who was really bad at social cues I think he was possibly autistic he had an obsession with cars and loved working on them and played with his hands alot ive never seen him keep them still. I would try my best to make sure we go anywhere besides my house cause my families rascist and he was black. we broke up before I moved and lost touch I just randomly remembered him 5 years later and i wonder hows he doing now
I went into the living room when i got out of the shower with only a towel on when my cousins were over (I didnt think it was wrong since my siblings and mom dont care when i do it) and they freaked out and shit and told me to put clothes when I was just getting water and it took me a few minutes to realize how that was wrong
when my grandpa was in his hospital bed when I was like 9 I felt his forehead and it was really warm so i got an icecube from the wine bucket and rubbed it around his forehead (not anything interesting but its been in my mind and ive never told anyone for nearly 6 years)
I am 21 years old. Mid last year I met Mr someone who was 11 years older than me. We started talking and hanging out together. Two months later we started dating. After 4 months, we had car sex and I conceived. A month later I told Mr Someone that I was pregnant. Mr Someone gave me options to either keep or terminate the pregnancy, he would fully support me. For me I chose to terminate the pregnancy cause of varied reasons. Mr Someone was very supportive and he procured termination pills for me. We continued dating though my mom and sister was against our relationship. Two months later I found out that I had a UTI, Well I told Mr Someone since he was the only one who I trusted with such details. He promised me that he would support me in whatever I needed at the time. I went to hospital, did all tests and the gyna prescribed some drugs for me. Well I did not have enough money to purchase the drugs so I called Mr Someone and he did not pick my phone calls neither did he reply to my texts. I did what I did and got the money to top up and buy the drugs. Later that night Mr Someone texted me telling me that he still cares about me a lot even though he doesn't show it and He was out of the City that was why he couldn't receive my calls. I let things slide and never communicated with him again. After two weeks Mr Someone came back begging me not to leave him. I gave him another chance coz I was deeply in love with him. Days later he suggested that we should elope with him but I declined. I asked him if he was okay with my decision and he said yeah. One month later we slept together. Since that day, he became distant with me, lying to me and dismissive. I chose to loosen my attachment towards him and stopped communicating with him. Weeks later he wanted to rekindle things with me but I declined because I got mixed signals from him. Today he is loving and the next he was very distant. I know that he is not a good man for me but I still love him.