Fuck that faggot. Or at least he sounded like one. Sensitive, emotional bitchass nigga. Weak ounk muthafuqa. Sucka ass fag. Smh
just a heads up. you make your girl 75% more suspicious when you have to bring your phone with you everytime you leave the room. no secrets. no worries 💁
I'm almost 100% sure my man goes through my phone when he wants validation to do something or is on the verge of doing something he shouldn't. how to stop it? btw ... he is king of delete button. ...
Would it be weird to tell my boyfriend that some of his shirts severely remind me of my ex? Its not as if i think of my ex a lot, its just that my current boyfriend has these two shirts that are almost exactly the same colours as shirts my ex had and it is so weird whenever he wears them, especially because my ex's favourite colour was bright orange, and had a shirt that colour, which i guess makes sense if its your favourite colour, however my current boyfriend has a shirt that same colour and its so awful and weird whenever i see it, and i dont know whether i should mention it to him
Just don't contact me. I didn't create the domino effect of your life that made you so hurtful. Others did this to you.
Perhaps this is the only place safe enough for me to say this, but even so, I'm still shaking at the idea of other people knowing what I'm about to say. My dad rapes me. Violently. At night time. He has ever since I turned 15, I'm 16 now. It doesn't matter to him that I am a boy, he just wants the sex. So, every night that I can, I leave home before he gets me and walk to a house that's a 25-minute walk away from our apartment. I sneak up to their attic and sleep on an old mattress that they have in there. Then in the morning, I climb down, and sneak out the same way I came in. The owners of the house don't know that I do this, and their kid is one of my classmates, who also doesn't know I do this. I know this is wrong. I know. But I have nowhere else to go. I don't have any friends or family. I can't sleep out on the benches or anything because the police wake me up and tell me to go home. And I can't tell the police about the rape because I have committed some crimes myself and if I ever report my dad, he will tell them about all the laws I have broken and send me to jail with him. It's his way of keeping me silent. He knows I can't tell anyone about the rape, which is why he does it so often and so confidently. I really am the worst kind of person. A weak, pathetic, selfish creep. But is it really that bad? To want to seek safety, at the discomfort of others? This is a question I ask myself every day. I don't know the answer. Morals are a complicated thing, I'll admit. I know what I'm doing is wrong to an extent, but does make it less evil if I'm only doing it to avoid being raped until I bleed? I don't know. I don't.
Lately I'm having a weirdly sensitive smelling sense. But not to scents in general, just to bad odours. It started two or so weeks ago, when a very bad smell started filling the house (someone outside seemed to burn something like plastic or so, smelled very bad and unhealthy). I actually woke up from it and got such a bad headache that I had to close the windows, but when I asked my parents how they managed to sit outside to eat with that stench filling the air, they didn't even know what I was talking about. Since then, I very often smell bad odours. Multiple shades of bad, you can say, from rotting animal to chemical, about everywhere. Places that usually smell good or like nothing. I don't know what's going on, especially since I seem to be the only one who smells it. I just nearly puked when I opened my toilet bowl at home, which is always clean and usually even smells fresh because we have one of those thingies in it that makes it smell good, but it reeked. Didn't even smell like toilet or feces, just bad. I don't know if it's all just in my head, if I'm imagining things like other people hear voices or have hallucinations - I can't believe that my sense just got better, because then I'd be smelling good smells, too, not just the disgusting ones. I am afraid that I am crazy.
Would you take it if someone offered you to pretend to be their girlfriend and you get paid?
I'm frustrated with my boyfriend. My sister's going through a hard time. Her car got repossessed, she's working 60 hour weeks at a restaurant and not making ends meet. So I've been watching her 5 year old son from 10 in the morning until 2 in the morning on my days off for free. My boyfriend sits in his computer room playing games on Xbox all day instead of helping me. I get stressed out and exhausted, and need a break, but I don't want to have to ask him to take over so I can nap. I wish I could play computer games all day too, but I can't. I just wish he would sit on the couch with him, play Fortnight with him, and let me have some time to myself. My nephew really wants someone to play Fortnight with him, but I'm bad at it and get annoyed with it. My boyfriend's out of a job right now. He could watch my nephew any day. It just makes me worried he doesn't like my nephew or care about him like his own nephews.
I always laughed and called bullshit out of ignorance whenever I heard people say “addiction is a disease” until I fell in love with someone struggling with cigarette addiction. Watching him having to go outside every few minutes just to smoke and feeling like he can’t fuction without it really hurts like hell. I really want to try to help him but I don’t know if I can...