[QUOTE=cartman;32757820]Alien's are fucking watching me or obbsesed with me, i wake every now and then for say 4 days in a row at exactly 3am (and when i dream i see a fucking clock in my dam head).
also my family has a history in alien stuff
What do they want :rolleyes:[/QUOTE]
ANONYMOUS
CONFESSIONAL
WHAT PART OF THAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND
DID YOU NOT READ THE OP
CHRIST ON A FUCKING BIKE
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[QUOTE]First off I'm a sick fucked up pervert..
There was a particular girl I had stalked, photoshopped pictures of her with jizz on her face and some really nasty "other stuff" that will become clear later.
We were actually close friends, and somehow the awkward kid I was managed to make this little lady my girlfriend.
she was my first girlfriend, so we just kissed, held hands, ect. normal shit.
she has like five dogs and one time showed up to her house without her knowing (her parents weren't home) and she was rubbing her dogs twat.
I watched confused for a good thirty seconds until she glanced behind her and saw me. she looked really nervous, she knew she was caught and admitted to having a bestiality fetish.
She asked that I not break up with her because of the incedent, I didn't because I wasn't very offended or disgusted by it.
anyway that Incedent was soon forgotten and we grew very close and one day we were making out and I decided to make my move on her, I looked at her in the eye and began unhooking her bra. she didn't resist at all.
we quickly became completely naked and she began to jerk me off a bit not paying attention to anything else noticed a wet sensation on my dick, thought nothing of it maybe a bit of precum.
but then I became extremely nervous when she said "good girl" I looked down to see one of the dogs drooling on my dick, I almost shouted but she shooshed me and let the dog lick me.
I felt a bit resistant but ultimately good. anyway we really got into it and she somehow managed to get me to finger the dogs pussy. I liked it. Alot. we later took turns licking the dog as she seemed to enjoy it while pleasuring each other.
We now do this on a regular basis.[/QUOTE]
I actually don't have a weird boner right now, but it was a close call.
[QUOTE]
Hello Facepunchers, please prepare your body for a long ass read if you're interested. And not to get confused with anything, I am a female. So here it goes...
I have lied, cheated, and despised myself for a long portion of my Internet-life. You hear about people who lie about their age, their looks, and who they are in general. Well, I hate to admit it, but I was one of those people before. It started back in 2006-2007 when Myspace was still the popular social network. I'd met a guy who was quite attractive, though the issue here was that he was 16 years old and in Highschool. Why is this bad? Well, at the time I was at least in the fifth grade. Blinded, the moral that children my age shouldn't be "Dating" was not something I knew, as the girls in my classes had "boyfriends". I thought this was normal, so I decided I'd make my move.
I searched the internet for an image of a girl, a girl who had an album of pictures of herself so it wouldn't be hard to send multiple pictures to him if he'd asked. We "Dated" over the internet for six months, and I let him believe I was sixteen (his age) and that I was the beautiful girl in the picture instead of the chubby me. The lie grew and I made alternative e-mail accounts to create new Myspace pages that were supposedly my "friends". I communicated with this boy through both the fake me and my fake friends, just to get a feel of who he is (Or so I thought I was doing that, but in reality I was just fucking with his head). In the sixth months of our relationship, though, I had been playing Halo Online and I'd met this boy who was 15 and also in highschool, though this obviously wasn't a problem anymore and decided to play out a way to break off the relationship with the Myspace boyfriend. I made my fake me offline for a couple of days, and once I felt the time was rig
ht to explain, I got online one of my fake friend's account and explained through a message that the fake me had died in a tragic car accident. He was obviously heart broken, but I deleted my accounts soon after, feeling no shame.
This allowed me to start a relationship with a new boyfriend, the Halo player. (And keeping you up to date on my age, I was probably in the Sixth grade by this time.) I kept on as the fake girl and her fake friends, sending him pictures of "Myself" and speaking to him through my "Friends". We played Halo and other online video games together. He was a Redneck, and extremely stupid. This made it easier to manipulate him and tell lies without being questioned. This relationship lasted around six months. We spoke on the phone for the most part, and if not, then through IM. I'd been finished with Myspace at the time. We moved from playing Halo to playing a free MMORPG called "Last Chaos USA", a shitty game that was eventually dried out of all its players from the lack of free content that was essential to progressing in the game. Anyways, I found yet ANOTHER guy who was interesting. Let me just say, though, I technically cheated on my Halo boyfriend, because this guy I found inte
resting had cyber'd with me. I didn't mean for the conversation to turn that way, but it did...and I have to admit I liked it.
This is where the breaking of the Halo player relationship started. I broke up with him multiple times, but everytime he would come crying to me and I would feel absolutely terrible and then "love" him again for a short time period (but I would eventually get tired of him and start wanting to leave). This happened so many times, that in the process I had enough time to find an actual female friend online in Last Chaos USA. We became best friends almost instantly, and she met my Halo player boyfriend. I told her of my hardships with him and she eventually helped me get him off my ass. I was thankful and was finally able to move on to the cyber sex guy.
The cyber sex guy was from India, and he was 18 years old. Ohhh boy, was this getting easier the more I done it, I continued the fake me and my fake friends, you obviously have the gist of it by now, and this relationship kept on for ANOTHER good six months. I was just about in the seventh grade. So we played these MMORPGs, Last Chaos USA and Perfect World International for the longest time. Although he was verbally abusive and he made me feel lesser than I actually was. I did in fact admit to him that I wasn't the girl in the picture I showed him, but I continued to lie about my age. We cyber'd even if he abused me, and at times I'd turn on my webcam and get naked, masturbating for him. And in exchange, he'd have his webcam on as well, masturbating to me masturbating. Well, his abusive side eventually got to me and I broke off the relationship. Though the positive side to it was that I had a shoulder to cry on-another interesting, and possible e-boyfriend...The Last Chaos US
A player (lets just call him LCUSA guy).
The LCUSA guy lived in California, and he was 28 years old. Oh good lord...I was smart enough to know this was a HUGE mistake I'd made to even THINK about dating him, but fucking hell I did. I went right for him. He was caring and smart, but had a lot of problems himself. The relationship went on for about a year and .... you guessed it! Six months. We played LCUSA, Perfect World INternational, Wolf Team, Halo, and Second Life together for the time the relationship lasted. He was the guy I finally admitted my age and real identity to, he took it terribly that he was dating a minor but he and I continued the relationship. He was already too deeply caught in my web that he couldn't find it in himself to hurt me. Anyways, I was in the Eighth grade at the time, going on Ninth. I can't tell you details about the relationship, and I doubt you all really care, since it's lifetime was quite long. Anyways, this is starting to build up to the present. I'm just about 14 years old now at
this point and I meet a guy at my very own Highschool who's weird and crazy and also...very attractive. He and I fell in love and I eventually broke it off with the LCUSA guy....Err...at least tried to... The LCUSA guy went fucking insane, I was almost scared to break the relationship with him because he literally jumped off a bridge with me on the phone. Unless he was lieing to me about that, but the noises I heard certainly sounded real, and horrifying. He blew up my phone with his phone calls of him crying/killing himself/whatever the fuck he was doing. He also sent pictures of his arm to me that had my name carved in his skin, though the blood made it almost impossible to read. I couldn't stand the way he was acting and I started to ignore him. I cut off all communication I had with him, and eventually he was erased from my every day life. Now I could finally have a real boyfriend...someone I could physically hold and feel, such an exciting thought.
So here we are, reading this on your computer screen as I've finished typing this long ass story (that was absolutely true) and ironically, this real-life boyfriend I can physically hold is actually still my current boyfriend. I never told him of all of this, and I don't see a reason why I should...I rather hope he never knows because this is honestly the most stupidest thing I've ever done in my short life. I am currently in the tenth grade, fifteen, going on sixteen years old, and hopefully this story was something worth reading for you Facepunch. I'm out...
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Huh, I didn't know 8bitlord was 28.
[quote]Gah, dunno why I'm sending in another one. I guess I just need to get some shit off my chest.
As stupid as this sounds, I honestly think my whole life has been shaped due to one event. See, when I was six, my whole life got flipped turned upside down. Nobody in my family told me that my aunt and uncle were divorcing, and my mom told me she was going over there for some fish. (She was going to help my aunt get some stuff.)
I went about my day, being a happy little tyke at school, till time came to go home. I sat outside the church (Catholic school) for about an hour, wondering where she was. Finally a cop came and picked me up, telling me I had to go to the station. I sat there with my older brother for a few hours, thinking to myself that she had to be all right, she had just gone for fish. (I later learned they had told my brother but not me that day.) Later on, our uncle came and picked us up, and I thought we were just spending the night. So I calmed down a bit, played a few games, and went to bed, not knowing the fact my family was freaking the fuck out. The next day I awoke to find half my family there, and they just say quite plainly, "Your mother's dead." That was bad enough on it's own, but surprise surprise, Aunt Michelle passed on along with her. And you know why? Because my uncle was so goddamn drunk, he shot them both. And what I found out just a year ago, was that the bodies were beaten so FUCKING BAD, they couldn't even fucking tell who was who. That was why they were goddamn cremated. The worst part is he never went to jail. He offed himself after doing the deed. [/quote]
Holy shit. Whoever this is, know that I, and I think pretty much everyone are extremely sorry for your loss. I think that that's the saddest story I've ever read.
Woah, wait, that one where the kids mother dies and his brother becomes a homeless idiot, well, Have we met?
I mean, I live up near Valpo (probably unwise to dispel my location in this thread but whatever)
Dude, if you posted that PM me. I want to know if I've met you before.
[quote]a slight hardon is growing at this point, but the water conceals it.[/quote]
I thought hardon was a real word for a second.
[QUOTE=Errorproxy;32774340]I thought hardon was a real word for a second.[/QUOTE]
It actually sounds a bit like some weird particle you'd find in the LHC.
"What the... professor... [B][I]this is a hardon particle![/I][/B]"
Must...have.....More.....
[QUOTE=Cone;32778270]It actually sounds a bit like some weird particle you'd find in the LHC.
"What the... professor... [B][I]this is a hardon particle![/I][/B]"[/QUOTE]
"Professor, have you got a Hadron?"
"Only a semi-Hadron"
Also reminds me when my Phisics lecturer accidently called the Large Hadron Collider, the Large Hardon Collider, sounds painful.
[QUOTE=Thoughtless;32778969]"Professor, have you got a Hadron?"
"Only a semi-Hadron"
Also reminds me when my Phisics lecturer accidently called the Large Hadron Collider, the Large Hardon Collider, sounds painful.[/QUOTE]
[IMG]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/uncyclopedia/images/7/7f/Hardon_Collider.PNG[/IMG]
You'll never guess where i found that picture!
[sp]http://www.facepunch.com/threads/1091687[/sp]
Sorry guys, missed a day. Have another batch!
[QUOTE]This is bound to be a long one, so you may want to go and take a piss and get a snack before you attempt to read this.
Alright, so before I get into the actual confession or whatever, I have to tell you a few things. My family is pretty goddamn poor. One of my parents has been unemployed for around two years, and the other gets just over minimum wage, which, obviously, is not enough to support a family of four. Unemployed parent lost their job right around the time I was graduating high school, which made college plans a little iffy.
I wanted so much to go to this world-renowned art school, but with tuition at $36,000 that was definitely NOT going to happen. I would up going to a shitty University where tuition is $2,000. I attended school for two semesters and my grades were shit. I had so many core classes to go through, and all I wanted to do was to make art. I lost all financial aid because of my grades, so I dropped out. I didn't know what I wanted from that school. The things I wanted to major in weren't offered at the University, and every professor I had didn't give a shit. So, I got a job that pays minimum wage, and I'm planning to stay there until either A) I get enough money to go to the art school of my dreams, or, B) I know what I want from the shitty University.
Okay, part two.
My significant other is a year behind me. They are also an artist. Their family is more than well-off. One of their parents just does freelance stuff because the other makes so much money. Since significant other is so well-off, they can go to pretty much any school they want. Which one did they pick? None other than the art school of my dreams. And they successfully got in.
So, my confession, pretty much, is that, as much as I love my significant other, I hate them for being able to go to the school of my dreams. I hate how they brag on everything they get to do there, and all of the amazing classes they get to take. I hate that they got an opportunity that I'll never have, and it feels like I won't be able to make anything of myself unless I can find a way to go to the art school of my dreams.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]Greetings, Facepunch
First of all: No wincest or bestiality in this story, sorry to disappoint you guys.
I just thought I'd get this off of my chest, it's not really a confession as much of a method of venting for me. I’m bipolar, or as I prefer to put it to my therapist: A bipolar with a broken pole (golden pun, eh?) since I’m down most of the time. I was diagnosed with MDD and PTSD. You’ll see why later.
Anyway, this happened about a year or two back but I can’t really remember when, it’s all blurry now.
It started one afternoon, about 4 P.M, I was sitting at my computer when I heard yelling and screaming coming through my window, I burst outside to check it out and it was coming from our next door neighbors'. Someone was crying for help. Naturally I sprinted all the way there and was greeted with a sight that I can’t erase from my mind to this day. It was simply engraved into my visual cortex forever after. Always there to haunt my days to come. I am scarred for life.
At first it looked like a mannequin.. a mannequin on fire. But then I realized it was slowly moving and flailing about. There was a terrified guy standing there crying his lungs out and asking for my help. I froze in place for about 20 seconds in denial as I realized that it was a woman. A living person aflame.
I ran back home like a freight train, my mother asked me what was going on but I barged in past her, I searched frantically for a blanket, got one and ran back there to try and save her. At this point many of our neighbors were standing there, only watching. I tried to surround her with the blanket but I couldn’t, she was flailing around wildly and I had no idea how to help her. By this point more people had arrived and some tried to help, but some stupid guy splashed her with a bucket of water despite my screams at him not to, it only got worse.
She was standing there, burning at the door to their apartment (I found out later that the guy screaming was her husband), and I’d never heard anything that remotely resembled the shriek she let out as she got splashed with water, I suddenly felt an infuriating rush of blood go down my veins and heaviness in my forehead, I forcefully pushed the guy with the bucket away. I rashly leapt past her burning body and into the now blazing door, I quickly stomped the fire under my feet (and got some superficial burns in the process) then tackled her with my body and engulfed her with the blanket from behind. We both fell outside and someone finally arrived with a fire extinguisher from their car.
I was blinded by smoke and couldn’t breathe for what seemed like ages, when I finally came to, she was partially laying on her stomach by the stairs and completely out of breath. Nobody had tried to help her out, they stood in shock as I held her in my arms and tried to give her CPR, but I couldn’t do it properly with her in that position, I screamed at them to help me turn her over but they wouldn’t budge, her husband was crawled up in a ball somewhere in the lobby. I tried to move her myself but I was afraid I might hurt her further if I applied my full strength to her body or one of her limbs.
At this point I rushed outside through the now enormous gathering of people and asked them to call an ambulance and the police. They told me they’d already done that, confronted with fresh air I started coughing heavily and what seemed to be tar came out of my lungs. I’d inhaled too much smoke and was now paying for it in full. Once it subsided, I rushed back inside and tried to test her pulse but her skin was like hardened rubber all over, I tilted her head in my arms as I tried to talk to her and ask her if she was still there. What’s left of her hair crumbled in my hands. I could see bubbles and foam coming out of what was left of her mouth and nose.
Time passed by as we waited for the ambulance to arrive, some of the people had extinguished the fire inside the apartment. About 30 minutes later (and I can’t even judge how long it actually was), an ambulance did arrive. The paramedics rushed in, saw her, then headed back outside, I asked them where the fuck were they going and they responded “She looks dead.”, I raged at them and one of them asked me “Was she electrified? I can’t touch her if she’s electrified.” I yelled at him that I’d be dead too if there was electricity seeing as I was holding her. He told his buddy to bring him latex gloves from the ambulance (At this point I was raging left and right) and when he got them, he merely touch her wrist with two fingers and told us she was dead. They simply left as I raged and tried to beat the crap out of them for their incompetence, but was I was held back by my neighbors.
By now I was stressed enough to sit down. Looking around me, her husband was nowhere to be seen. I asked where he was. They told me that some (very bright) guy told him to go to the nearest pharmacy and get them to take care of the burns on his arms and he took off.
I never saw him again.
Minutes later the police and fire-squad arrived. The fire-squad assessed the damage and left, while the police started interrogating us on what happened, I told them all I knew and they asked me to stay there till the district attorney arrived. I asked them why and they told me he wanted to personally examine this case first hand, as there were suspicions of attempted murder. I learned later that her husband had fled the area and that they’d found various narcotics and half a can of gasoline inside the apartment.
The district attorney finally arrived, examined the scene and the body, and ordered that all first-hand witnesses are to be escorted to his office immediately. They let me wash my face and get a change of cloths in a hurry. In the meantime the victim’s daughters had arrived. They cried hysterically and my mother led them inside, where the district attorney asked them a couple of questions and asked them to come to his office once they’d settled down. I got escorted into a police car and off we went to his office.
After waiting for him for about 2 hours, he arrived and questioned everyone (I was next to last). It was my turn and I went in, to make it short: I told him exactly what happened and he asked me various questions about my neighbors. I told him that I had no idea who they were, when they moved in, and that I didn’t even know their names. I told him that I hardly had any contact with the outside world and that I’m going through a difficult time already (a previous trauma) that had me cut all kinds of social contact with the world, and that aside from going out to buy my cigarettes, I didn’t see the sun. My neighbors confirmed this.
After all was said and done (I had to sign a lot of paperwork). I went home. It was now 4 A.M, I realized that I’d been through this hell for about 12 hours.
I returned home, didn’t even bother with a shower. I dived into a couch and slept through the night and most of the next day. When I woke up I felt detached from the whole ordeal, and I moved on. It felt weird that I had no breakdowns, no sadness, nothing. It felt like a void had formed inside of me and swallowed every shred of emotion that I had left. I became even more apathetic to my surroundings and my condition; but I always had that smell of gasoline and burning flesh in my nostrils, it never went away.
Fast forward about 6 months, I was still the same. No contact with the outside world, no change in my routine, nothing. I’d heard from someone that they’d caught the husband and that he was now being prosecuted with murder. His defense was that SHE was the one threatening him that she’d commit suicide. I didn’t much care, and to be honest I didn’t give a shit about it.
I was having constant fights with my brother over shit I won’t mention here. You know, big brother, little brother shit that devolved into an all out war between us after he did something that I won’t go into.
Our next fight happened about that time. We prepared to beat the shit out of each other (I always won when mother didn’t interfere, by the way), but as usual my mother stood between us. When she did, she’d always confronted me with her back to him, and that time I was sick from this same shit happening again and again and again, he always taunts me while standing behind her, and she protects him like a meat shield because she knows of my physical advantage. I wouldn’t push her out of the way out of respect. I’m well mannered, and I love her above all else. She knew this fact and used it often as leverage to protect my brother from my wrath.
That time I was fed up, it was the last straw. I had enough of his bullshit and I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached behind her, pulled him towards me and began pounding at him with all I had, in my outburst of rage I hadn’t even noticed her disappear, grab a can of gasoline and spill it all over herself, but when the odor hit me I froze and looked up to see her standing there, covered in gasoline, with a matchbox in her hand. I let go of him and stood up.
When she took a match out of the box and tried to light it. That’s when I lost it. My suppressed emotions broke loose. I felt a vortex of rage and darkness form inside of me, my head felt like a crucible smelting raw, black nuggets of hate and outrage. Her image was the bellows that drove me into overload. Just like a cinematic effect. I was now seeing things in black and white, aside from the color red; and I had no control over my actions.
I charged her and grabbed her by the neck. I pushed her high against the wall. The matches fell from her hand and scattered on the floor, she was in utter shock.
At that moment, I felt a hate for her more than anything in the world, my hate for her was darker than obsidian and raged like molten magma. I wanted to smother her and end her life then and there, at my own hands. Doesn’t make much sense now, does it? I mean.. kill her to prevent her from committing suicide?
I closed my eyes, and you know what flashed through my head at that moment? What I saw was that woman on fire, the woman I’d blamed myself for her death for 6 months now. I saw my mother laying down in her place. I saw my mother ablaze as she screamed and shrieked. I saw myself frantically hugging her as I try to put out the flames to no avail. I saw myself wailing at her charred body as I failed to save her. I saw myself blaming myself for her death for the rest of my life. I saw myself taking a knife to my brother’s neck.
Luckily, I had enough willpower to force myself out of it. I slapped her like a jackhammer till she curled up in a ball at my feet. My vision rippled as I charged towards my brother and kicked him in the guts till my sister managed to stop me. I didn’t speak to my mother for about four months from that date, even though she tried to apologize. I just pushed her out of my life for that duration, but gradually I started responding to her pleads. She cried as she explained that she’d only done it to get me off of my brother and that she’d never do that to herself. She asked for my forgiveness but I couldn’t forgive her to this day even if I wanted to.
I have many more traumas to tell you stories about. But I guess my wall of text is growing beyond the limits; I might contact you with some more later on. I’ve never told a soul about the way I feel, not even my therapist. But god, It feels good to finally let it out.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]let me start this off with it is vary VARY hard for me to open up. for anything, so without further adieu here is a few small confessions (but help if you can)
1) i used to snort morphine i mean mostly just one pill getting a line about <________>yay big (if that dosent seem like enough its quite a bit for morph) but i did this for like 3 months. then i stopped cold turkey style (this was about 4-5 months ago), but i still feel addicted and a weak withdraw every now and then
1.5) this one people might start knowing who i am, but i also used to take DXM a lot one time on tinny chat i took about 1000 grams of DXM that is enough to kill someone
2) i also have a huge problem with memory. in school i even had a IEP for my memory. you might think "well ok whats so special about that" well it has gotten to the point where if i put a pen down on a table i forget where it is, also anything before 3-5 years ago little to no memory of it. over all i dont mind it but its the fact of people like my dad who uses that to his advantage by saying i did something when i know i would not do that. (and i had this before my problem with drugs)
3) there is one thing i think is weird thou is it "normal" / socially exseptibal so have a thing for girls who have "problems" like that story where the guy sky hooked him up with a girl. girls like that for some reason i have a thing for (btw i believe i know thous people in that confession)
I might post more so you know who to relate it to its ~the wanderer~ [/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]Hey Facepunch,
Just wanted to share something. I have a fetish for girls who where anklets. To me, they make the girl a thousand times hotter. I've gone as far to call them wanklets, as pretty much everytime I see a girl wearing one, I have to masturbate furiously.
It's horrible when I walk around school. All the girls have been wearing anklets of late. While the other guys are staring at the ass, or the tits, I'm looking dead straight at their ankle. They're just so beautiful. They beautiful leather strap around the leg, compliments the muscle going further up. I especially love it if they don't wear any shoes. I have a bit of a foot fetish as well, especially for tanned feet.
tl;dr I walk around school with a boner looking at girls ankles[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Confession]socially exseptibal[/QUOTE]
My god.
[quote=Confession]let me start this off with it is vary VARY hard for me to open up. for anything, so without further adieu here is a few small confessions (but help if you can)
1) i used to snort morphine i mean mostly just one pill getting a line about <________>yay big (if that dosent seem like enough its quite a bit for morph) but i did this for like 3 months. then i stopped cold turkey style (this was about 4-5 months ago), but i still feel addicted and a weak withdraw every now and then
1.5) this one people might start knowing who i am, but i also used to take DXM a lot one time on tinny chat i took about 1000 grams of DXM that is enough to kill someone
2) i also have a huge problem with memory. in school i even had a IEP for my memory. you might think "well ok whats so special about that" well it has gotten to the point where if i put a pen down on a table i forget where it is, also anything before 3-5 years ago little to no memory of it. over all i dont mind it but its the fact of people like my dad who uses that to his advantage by saying i did something when i know i would not do that. (and i had this before my problem with drugs)
3) there is one thing i think is weird thou is it "normal" / socially exseptibal so have a thing for girls who have "problems" like that story where the guy sky hooked him up with a girl. girls like that for some reason i have a thing for (btw i believe i know thous people in that confession)
I might post more so you know who to relate it to its ~the wanderer~[/quote]
Sounds like a troll confession. If you knew anything about drugs in general, 1000 grams would be a hell of a lot. Not to mention a normal dose of DXM is 200-600milligrams, not 2+ grams. Above 25mg/kg you're risking death. Not to mention you spelled nearly everything wrong it just screams troll.
1000 grams? That's like a kilo of DXM. No way is that true.
Also i think he meant oxymorphone not morphine
[QUOTE=Slowbro;32785280]1000 grams? That's like a kilo of DXM. No way is that true.[/QUOTE]
Perhaps they meant milligrams?
[quote]let me start this off with it is vary VARY hard for me to open up. for anything, so without further adieu here is a few small confessions (but help if you can)
1) i used to snort morphine i mean mostly just one pill getting a line about <________>yay big (if that dosent seem like enough its quite a bit for morph) but i did this for like 3 months. then i stopped cold turkey style (this was about 4-5 months ago), but i still feel addicted and a weak withdraw every now and then
1.5) this one people might start knowing who i am, but i also used to take DXM a lot one time on tinny chat i took about 1000 grams of DXM that is enough to kill someone
2) i also have a huge problem with memory. in school i even had a IEP for my memory. you might think "well ok whats so special about that" well it has gotten to the point where if i put a pen down on a table i forget where it is, also anything before 3-5 years ago little to no memory of it. over all i dont mind it but its the fact of people like my dad who uses that to his advantage by saying i did something when i know i would not do that. (and i had this before my problem with drugs)
3) there is one thing i think is weird thou is it "normal" / socially exseptibal so have a thing for girls who have "problems" like that story where the guy sky hooked him up with a girl. girls like that for some reason i have a thing for (btw i believe i know thous people in that confession)
I might post more so you know who to relate it to its ~the wanderer~[/quote]Calling bullshit on this one. The reason you can't remember 5 years back is because you were about 6 then.
[QUOTE]Greetings, Facepunch
First of all: No wincest or bestiality in this story, sorry to disappoint you guys.
I just thought I'd get this off of my chest, it's not really a confession as much of a method of venting for me. I’m bipolar, or as I prefer to put it to my therapist: A bipolar with a broken pole (golden pun, eh?) since I’m down most of the time. I was diagnosed with MDD and PTSD. You’ll see why later...
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I could have sworn that this confession was posted before.
[quote]let me start this off with it is vary VARY hard for me to open up. for anything, so without further adieu here is a few small confessions (but help if you can)
1) i used to snort morphine i mean mostly just one pill getting a line about <________>yay big (if that dosent seem like enough its quite a bit for morph) but i did this for like 3 months. then i stopped cold turkey style (this was about 4-5 months ago), but i still feel addicted and a weak withdraw every now and then
1.5) this one people might start knowing who i am, but i also used to take DXM a lot one time on tinny chat i took about 1000 grams of DXM that is enough to kill someone
2) i also have a huge problem with memory. in school i even had a IEP for my memory. you might think "well ok whats so special about that" well it has gotten to the point where if i put a pen down on a table i forget where it is, also anything before 3-5 years ago little to no memory of it. over all i dont mind it but its the fact of people like my dad who uses that to his advantage by saying i did something when i know i would not do that. (and i had this before my problem with drugs)
3) there is one thing i think is weird thou is it "normal" / socially exseptibal so have a thing for girls who have "problems" like that story where the guy sky hooked him up with a girl. girls like that for some reason i have a thing for (btw i believe i know thous people in that confession)
I might post more so you know who to relate it to its ~the wanderer~[/quote]
You're a fucking idiot for abusing drugs that way and HOW CAN YOU NOT SPELL "SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE"
he was probably high when he wrote it.
You guys are replying about the boring ones. The longest one is the most interesting.
But it's fun to answer hilariously stupid confessions!
[QUOTE=Lebowski;32788117]You're a fucking idiot for abusing drugs that way and HOW CAN YOU NOT SPELL "SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE"
he was probably high when he wrote it.[/QUOTE]
I abuse drugs and am in the top 8th percentile in my school. NHS member, and have several scholarships lined up.
Dont judge a troll bro, because there are stupid people in every category, just like you are the stupid one in you're category.
[QUOTE=Septimas;32789226]I abuse drugs and am in the top 8th percentile in my school. NHS member, and have several scholarships lined up.
Dont judge a troll bro, because there are stupid people in every category, just like you are the stupid one in you're category.[/QUOTE]
Except we'll never have confirmation on whether or not he was a troll or just an idiot.
Everyone is stupid and hopefully good at something, don't see why that even needed to be brought up.
I guess you're just an idiot in the superfluous explanation category.
Never said he was stupid explicitly because he abused drugs either as that'd be entirely hypocritical on my part.
But 1000mg of DXM with the knowledge that it's a possibly lethal dose? Really?
Just read through the entire thread. This is some strange shit.
[QUOTE=Septimas;32789226]I abuse drugs and am in the top 8th percentile in my school. NHS member, and have several scholarships lined up.
Dont judge a troll bro, because there are stupid people in every category, just like you are the stupid one in you're category.[/QUOTE]
Amphetamines, I take it?
[QUOTE=OogalaBoogal;32734935]!!
No thanks.
I wouldn't intend to kill, but I'd sure as hell have a knife on me at all times. That's some horror movie content right there.[/QUOTE]
[img]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Q9fiJxg9GM/TRQm_EbLYlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Od_k1bSHQ6M/s1600/throwingKnives7.jpg[/img]
or
[img]http://www.ninthstage.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/walther_p22.jpg[/img]
or...
[img]http://www.ajoka.com/Spy_Pen/images/MP11.jpg[/img] When that motherfucker isn't looking..straight at the trachea..or jugular vein--depends on precision.
[quote]fire, rage, mom, brother[/quote]
what the holy fuck
your mom actually
what the fuck
what good would that do
why would she
why
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