Hey guys! I'm in the mood to help some people! So if you're in need of any advice or you want to ask someone a question but you're too awkward to ask family or friends about it (something sexual maybe) then just comment on this and I'll try help you as best I can! I love you guys, I hope you're having a happy and peaceful day ❤️
When I was in elementary school, my mom would often try to drown me in the bathtub. She had started to physically abuse me ever since my dad left us when I was just a six-year-old boy. There was never a point in my life when she didn't harm me, so I was accustomed to it early on. It almost seemed normal to me, sometimes. Anyway, when she noticed she was leaving bruises on me, she would fill the bathtub with water and ice-cubes and then she'd carry me and hold me under the water. She said she thought the cold would heal my bruises faster. I remember kicking and wriggling around, desperate for air, and even in the few terrified seconds I managed to push my face above the surface, I was shaking so badly I could barely get half a lungful before I was forced down under again. I remember how at times I thought that it wasn't the water that would kill me, it was the cold. The water was so cold that it drained all the energy from my body and turned my muscled into painful blobs of uselessness. Then when my mother's cruel game of keeping me alive just enough to watch me suffer was over, she'd throw a towel at me and command me to clean the water that had splashed out of the bathtub. But my teachers inevitably saw my bruises and I was thrown into the system. That is my most horrific memory. What's yours?
Fuck my life bro. My wireless computer mouse died while I was on a porn website and I cannot find fucking batteries anywhere. I can shut off the computer because i have unsaved documents open that I do not have time to type all over again. Im fucked. I need to go the fucking store NOW but im afraid my sister or dad will get home before I get back. I called 2 of my friends but they both busy. Why does shit like this always gotta happen. I cannot lose my progress on this paper im typing. If my dad sees it he'll unplug the computer. He's not answering his phone which means he's probably driving and i have no idea how close or far he is
Not that I expect anyone to care, but this is something I've never been able to tell anyone in my entire life. It's my biggest secret and it haunts me all the time. It started when I was an innocent 14 year old boy. Ever since I can remember, my dad had always called me a handsome young man and I thought it was just a regular fatherly thing to say to your son. But then he would sometimes ''accidentally'' touch me or grab me whenever my mom was out running errands. He would act as if he was reaching for something across from me and his hands would always...brush against me. It became so frequent that I decided it couldn't have been an accident every single time. When I confront him about it, he became angrier than I'd ever seen him before. He called me insane and beat me pretty viciously for accusing him of such a thing. A few days after that, he came into my room while my mum was out of the house. He closed the curtains of my window, locked the door, and raped me. I couldn't stop him. All I could do was scream and cry. It hurt so much I could hardly believe it. Since we had immigrated to America from England, my mum didn't yet have the proper paper work to be allowed to work, so my dad told me that if I said a word about what he did to anyone, he'd divorce my mum and leave her and me to rot. I was left with no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted until I was able to move out. For four years I had to endure being raped by him in silence. Sometimes he'd do it multiple times a day, other times it was once a week, and sometimes he'd go a month or so without doing it but he always came back to me to do it again eventually. I could have spoken up but I was afraid he would follow up with his threat to divorce my mum and leave us to rot and I was also just so utterly ashamed of it that speaking up would have been too humiliating. How could I explain to anyone that I let my dad rape me for years and did nothing about it? I know I should have said something but unless you've been in a similar situation you wouldn't understand why I felt like I could absolutely never say anything about it. Ever. I'm 21 years only now and I still suffer form random anxiety attacks and short periods of depression because of it. My dad completely ruined me and I hate him for it.
Let me just clear up something with native English speakers. TOOKEN IS NOT A WORD. It's either taken or took. You can't just smash them together. That's not how this works. Notice I said this to native English speakers. If English isn't the language you grew up speaking, this isn't for you. I understand how the language can be confusing and you'll make mistakes. But for people who grew up here and took at least 12 years of English class in school, I don't think there's an excuse. Unless you have some kind of learning or development disability, or you're a child still learning words, "tooken" makes you sound ignorant. Please get out of the habit of saying it. Took or taken, pick one. Technically, there's probably some kind of grammar rule saying when to use which one and when you need to say have/had before it. But I don't care about nitpicky grammar rules. Just pick one or the other. Took. Or taken.
I'm too cute to be single :/
who wants to be friends and live in Miami?
i am a liar...........
As a Christian I do not accept homosexuality, I don't dislike the person I dislike what they believe in. That being said, it doesn't mean I go out and emotionally or physically them. They deserve respect like I do.
I've realized that I'm not a priority to any of my friends. Even the dude I thought of as my best friend never puts me first. If I don't ask people out or what their plans are I won't get invited. I've dealt with depression and anxiety and right now I'm having one of those phases where I feel as if I'm bothering everyone I talk to and no one has talked to me or asked me to do anything for a couple of weeks now. Maybe I am annoying. Maybe I should just stop.