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I'm so fucked. I'm nearly 40 and only worked a full year in my life. This is so because I have depression since I was 17 and my mother sheltered me too much. Now I have no work experience or resume to show for. No one will employ me. I've tried getting job in two places and both rejected me last week.

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  • dude what were u doing for those 4 decades? how did you even get time to go by? theres gotta be some skill you have

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so, for the last 2 months I've been working from home... but there's some tasks that need to be done at the office. so my coworker takes care of it. unless of course she takes the day off or calls in sick, then I need to come into the office...today she calls in sick (after the long weekend... which coincidentally was the last time she called in sick as well). my shift is at 8:30. she texts me at 8:03 that she's not coming in and I have to go to the office... I have a routine now that I'm working from home and at 8:03 I had just gotten out of the shower. I'm not dressed, I don't have a lunch, my hair is soaking wet and to make it in on time I would of had to leave at 8... THIS THIS is how you make me go insane at 8am on a Monday.

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someone at my job told my agm that I said he was sexually harassing me and he started acting really weird around me but in reality if he was sexually harassing me I would definitely let him he's hot

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Sitting in the bathroom at work trying too hold myself together, leterally the verge on bawling but i gotta make that money 😔

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I have a stupid crush on my manager but we are both married 🤦‍♀️

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  • It happens. Do you think maybe it's because your marriage is missing something, or maybe it's gone stale? Try to figure out what's drawing you toward your manager and then determine if you can fix/add that to your marriage.

  • same here but we fuck at work.

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Some days I really fucking hate this job. It's so hard to hold a job being neurodivergent and dyslexic. Not because I can't do the work and get fired- I'm actually a very hard worker and always get compliments on how helpful I am- but because it's just so mentally hard on me. I have difficulty keeping track of time and correctly reading/remembering words and numbers, so sometimes I mess up what time I'm supposed to come in or clock in from break. Sometimes I forget what days I'm supposed to work, even though I write all my shifts on my calendar, because I just can never remember what day it is. On top of that, it's a customer service job, and I'm an introvert with social anxiety. Having to constantly interact with people who are usually already annoyed or just generally entitled really takes a toll on me. I get exhausted and burn out after 4 hours, and it's really hard to get through the rest of my shift when I work 5, 6, 8 hours at a time. I really do try my fucking best but it still isn't good enough for this place. And the more they yell at me, the more anxious I am about coming in to work at all. I want to work somewhere else, but I don't really have any other options... The stress has triggered my insomnia again. I haven't slept decently in a month. And being this exhausted only makes work harder. I'm forgetting things more. Today I even left my morning cup of coffee at my house, so I have nothing to get me going. I feel so pathetic for just wanting to fucking cry, but there's nothing else I can do.

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  • I truly feel for you

  • Do not EVER sacrifice any measure of your mental health or physical health for any job no matter how good they are or how good the pay is!! Find something more suited to your talent and special circumstances.

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I have a bakery, I buy $2 cake boxes and charge per slice and include labor, material and decoration fee and delivery fee if the customer wants it delivered; on $6-$8 worth of store bought cake mix for a three tiered cake (3 layers), I can easily charge close to $1400 or more. It almost feels like theft. Almost.

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  • omg, can i work for u?? i'll be ur delivery boy, or whatever u need :~ pls

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I am 29 paki sub femboy in London. I have got a good job but when I look at hairy natural built 60 plus white dom men I want to serve them. want their spit on my face. and want to be their live in sex slave. I want my clients to know my filthy side so they can abuse me in my office. I love to be hi and then online on zoom and the expose. yself and get recorded. I want a sugar daddy who encourages me to take risk at work and flirt with my clients and leave my flithy accounts open at work with clear pictures so they can search me.

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  • Mmmmm I bet you have a perfect little ass and waist

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I've made mistakes in my brief life. Things that I wish I could take back. Things that nearly compelled me to take my own life many times. I've done nothing but run from them. the memories, the pain I caused and the pain it causes me. I've run to the point where I went to a place where nobody knew my name, who I was or what I've done. Thinking that I could start new. I've been a dedicated medical worker for years. its all I have left of myself. It seems I can't even be a servant of the people because of my stupidity. Without nursing; I have nothing. I am nothing. its my soul, my existence. now I feel hopeless.

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  • I went with sex, drugs and rock n roll in my early life and I never grew up. once I got myself sober, I realized what a jerk, schmuck and an ass I was and still am. it's hard to get rid of. I realize now that I still have a child's mentality and I never grew up. I wouldn't want to be friends with anyone who would want to hang around with someone like me. I'm on meds for my behavior. I lost everything I had, people, place and thing. but somehow I don't miss any of that, as if it was never meant for me from the beginning. Today I'm a home body and I enjoy my peace and quiet as if that's all there is in life. I believe it's been granted to me to forsake everything in this world. I took my SS disability. I know trouble is out there waiting for me, so I pretend I like no one when I do have to go out. I'd rather not speak a word anymore and mind my own business because I know how easily I fall. the world would be a better place if men could sit in a room alone in silence. I'm far from adult behavior and it'll be a long time, but I'm OK with this.

  • You're not alone ((though you, I and I suspect many others will never meet)) and I completely empathize with you. I have made many unforgivable, spirit and mind consuming mistakes when I was younger, I could only regret once I realized the damage they had caused and that cost me everything I had that were significant to me...family, friendships, living areas...once they had came to light in the most recent years. I too battled with the shame more of my own. Forcefully not to look at my eyes in a mirror and fantasizing my suicide before I went to sleep every night...this lasted for years as I would go into more and more detail including the funeral or if I would have had one, individual private and a single generic suicide note including will&test, clothing choice to die and then to be buried in, the possible plan to just disappear off a cliff into the ocean and more...this lasted for years. Putting my past behind me with forcing myself to forget, moving out of town, things got better for me for awhile but ALWAYS... SOMETHING by random circumstance and relevance would bring about that deep guilt and regret. The kind that makes you believe Dante's visions of the afterlife where the guilty in one of the 7 dimensions of the underworld, could be fact, a true place. And along came those satisfying goodnight fantasies. Having children of my own and working hard at my job and on building them up with experience and our relationships I always fear is just another bandaid but it certainly helps me think did I really ever have that? Was there something missing or untrue in my childhood that helped fuel those evil actions that have made me physically and emotionally ill. There was for a long time, about age 32 to 38, where not a Christmas or my birthday ((which are 3 weeks apart)) would go buy that I would be violently ill, listening to neighbours, kids & my partner celebrating while I remained secluded in our bedrm. Slowly I realized some of the questions I had asked my older siblings in the past which later on I realized they cringed at and had brushed off were, probably, a key factor in sins I played with and demon like attachments I manifested which...in part...not completely as I am a stickler for claiming accountability, but certainly played a part in things I had done. Seek internal and personal spiritual help, focus and critical reasoning as even professional, certified people are still just people and will diagnose with judgement. You can change the chemical failure in your brain that affects your mind by yourself but it will take time, the upside is that your chemistry and bio...your hardwired synapses...will know you alone are mending, reorganizing in the subconscious and will be permanent...taking meds will only drastically force chemical change which will rely on those meds once their effects begin to die off or your bio becomes immune requiring something else or stronger. I dunno man...just try...you're.not really alone. Maybe we'll connect in another life and can help each other then...until then... Kia Kaha o Eho ((Stay Strong my Friend))

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Give me your address and I'll send you a dictionary; the fact that so many of you can't spell and use incorrect punctuation is really embarrassing to society.

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  • lick ii kare;:,want yuo thinc.

  • No one ever uses a semicolon correctly.

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