Facepunch Anonymous Confessional v7 - General

[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] In the top 8 "percentile" and you don't know the difference between your and you're?

When is the next batch coming up? I've read all of these and need more.

Sometime today hopefully

[QUOTE=Mort and Charon;32792048]In the top 8 "percentile" and you don't know the difference between your and you're?[/QUOTE] He also sounds like some narcissistic kid who thinks he's the shit because of good grades.

[QUOTE]Fire story[/QUOTE] Goddamn, son. I actually feel empathy for someone now. And that's not even supposed to happen. Like, ever. Edit: It's not because I'm manly or anything. I'm just a pasty weirdo. I am, however, of a more Narcissistic blend, if you will.

[QUOTE=Cone;32797278]Goddamn, son. I actually feel empathy for someone now. And that's not even supposed to happen. Like, ever.[/QUOTE] IS THAT A TEAR I SEE? *takes away your manly man badge*

[QUOTE=voodooattack;32789387]Amphetamines, I take it?[/QUOTE] ERRYTING.

[QUOTE]So here I am. A dirty Facepunch member silently browsing this thread, reading all these fucked up confessions. I think to myself that I should finally contribute with my secret that no one knows. Like another member here, I enjoy pissing my pants for the sole reason that it feels good to have that warmth radiate out from your groin. I would recently go out at night and just sit down and just let all the piss from the day soak into my colorful shorts. The feeling is amazing. I frequently just aim my dick upwards in the shower and let the golden liquid flow all over me. It turns out that this turns me on and pissing with a boner is rather hard. So I usually have to force it out and it feels like I'm pissing cement, but the feeling when it rains over you is just something so indescribable. I recommend anyone who enjoys the warmth and sexual attractiveness of a golden shower to try this. After you "relieve" yourself just wash the shorts with water and let them air dry. Proceed then to throw them into the washer and actually clean them. I can attest to this method as it's kept me scot-free for a while now. Sorry that this wasn't a very in-depth confessional, I just had to get some thing off my chest![/QUOTE] P. I. Staker [QUOTE]Hey Facepunch, I just wanted to get this off my chest. That I just can't ask someone out to save my life. I've had 2 friends that I might have been able to do something with, but I always tell myself "ask tomorrow" and tell myself that every single day. Fast forward a bit, and you get to today(being used as recent time, not the date today). Girl I like, take the train with her 4 days a week from school and I haven't done anything. Also the school program I am in is very small; 25 kids in the freshman year. The two friends that I thought I could have a chance with now go to a different school than I do, due to the aforementioned program. Basically you have to be first or you are shit out of luck. I've already screwed this up twice, and I don't really want to go for 3. What should I do Facepunch?[/QUOTE] "Asking tomorrow" is basically a recipe for disaster. You are probably in the friend zone too far now. [QUOTE]I'm pretty much fucked right now. I'm charged for a severe assault that I didn't commit. Well, technically I did, let me explain. Where I live, lutherians have to go to confirmation camp. Either you do it in the city which is just showing up to the church for a dozen times and that's it. The other option is to go to an actual camp where the group of young lutherians go to a specified countryside or island with a priest to just chill for a week or so. Sounds kind of suspicious, but apparently most of the time people like it. It's not free, of course, but after you're confirmed you get a *free* grave from the church, you can get married in a church and so on. Oh, and you can go drink wine and eat bad cookies in the name of the Christ, whoopee. Now, here's the problem. My confirmation camp didn't go well. I had to be in the same as the most obnoxious people at my age (normally confirmation camp is for 15-16 year old.) and one of them, call him Cam, decided to pick on me specifically. He was the leader of the douche gang, pretty much, he always walked in the middle of that 5 guy group, pushed the timid ones around and overall just was a real moron to everyone when the priest wasn't looking our way. He even smuggled in a few smokes which wasn't allowed. Most guys thought he was cool and all for being such a baddie, I just didn't get what people saw in him, he was just ruining his physical health and future by acting like an ignorant...well, idiot. I normally tried to stay out of the spotlight (Because you probably remember my earlier confession about my split personality) but he wouldn't have any of that. Cam liked to target the quiet ones since they gave him the biggest laughs with their "chicken attitude" and all. He tripped me when we were going to the chapel on the island, knock me down in races and shove me around in the lunch line. I didn't really get angry at that, I just let it slide. I'd always say something like: "Hey, could you stop that?" "Aiite, come on." But he continued doing it. On the second last day, Sunday, they were announcing results for all the races to see who won the competition that had been running in the background during the entire week. His group won and of course he went smug with his little prize of a candy bar in everyone's face. Especially me, he tried to poke my eye out with it and said: "Look who's a sore loser now, faggot." I have slight narcissism and when he rubbed salt on my already wounded pride, it just caused so much stress I felt like I was going to lose control and the other side of me would surface. It started ringing my alarm bells when all sound started going distant, as if my hearing was going out. I just bolted away from the campfire and ran to the forest edge. The priest came to see me and asked what's wrong. I told him I just couldn't stand Cam's attitude and how he picked on me especially during the entire camp. He said he'd scold the guy for doing that and went back. A few minutes later Cam walks to me from behind and punches the back of my head. He starts to push me around while mocking me and saying how I had to open my big mouth and if I had been quiet I would've been fine. He claimed that because of my stupidity I had to get a lesson. The priest was already back at the campfire and everyone was laughing and singing so they couldn't notice us. I knew he was angry and that he was going to beat me down. He wasn't a small guy, either, about half a head taller than me. I tried to block his punch into my face and gut but really, I'm not a good fighter. I try to avoid them for a reason. Then, when he hit my cheek exceptionally hard, something just snapped. I felt like I was pulled inside myself, into this dark pit. Everything sounded distant and distorted, as if an echo in a cave. I felt and heard myself biting his throat and jamming my fingers in his eye sockets. I couldn't do anything to stop it, as much as I tried to regain control, I was just too shaken by all the stress and pressure that I couldn't focus. Each second Cam's face got darker and even though he landed good hits on me too, I only felt them as little pricks on myself. I knew that my alter ego didn't care about pain either, so it just kept going, eventually starting to choke Cam to death with a mad grin on my face. Cam managed to finally shout for help and I felt soon enough many hands grabbing my arms and pulling me off him. I was grateful they did it, because I think if they wouldn't have, Cam would've died. He only has one eye now, has multiple bones broken and bruises all over which got me charged for severe assault. Every time I think about that incident, my other side just laughs for how fun it was, regardless of what the consequences are. My entire future might be fucked over this one incident. It's horrible and I despise myself for losing control like that. My crime record now has a marking and that's most likely gonna make getting jobs even harder. Oh, and I also am gonna get a few months of prison PLUS many thousands of euros of compensation to Cam's parents. But all that is secondary to me, the greatest punishment is that I couldn't gain control again until I was forcefully calmed and held down. I have no idea if I can ever approach people anymore because I'm not sure I can even resist Waltz anymore. (the name I gave to my inner self) I'm so fucked up right now, aren't I?[/QUOTE] Yeah. You might also want to go see a psychologist. You have severe anger issues. [QUOTE]So my friend shouted out loud to my crush who was also one of the "closest" friend(I don't start conversations with girls cuz I'm a fucking nerde) who is a girl saying that "I love her" and everything went awkward.We rarely say Hi to each other when the past year we used to talk a bit usually with a short chat almost everytime I meet her.[/QUOTE] Your friend is a dick. [QUOTE]In relation with the anonymous confession about masks... I too am in your position... Although a bit different.. Me and my best friend have really become distanced from each other..she loved me for a bit&I loved her too.. She broke up with her now-ex, and I waited a week..I got the guts to ask her out..she told me.. "Uhm..not now.. :x srry." and I replied with "Oh, alright. I understand. You just broke up and you want to be single for a bit." She said yeah agreeing with me. ..The day I lost all emotions&became reckless..at least an hour later..she got back with that asshole.. It lasted a fucking week, and she broke up with him.. We had silence for that week. Now, she's with another guy. Somebody she hasn't told me about. I've pieced the puzzle together from others--I haven't even asked, they just tell me. "Did you hear about Her going out with Blah? It's been 4 weeks!" And my "best" friend hasn't told me a thing about it.. Like I said, we've become really distanced lately.. It's been like this for 2 years..complete depression for me.. I wear my masks now..I have though given up my masks about a week ago.. I feel so LONELY AND COLD...I hate it! All my friends have left me...I wanna cry so bad...I want to cut..but I can't...I think I still love my best friend..and the memory of her just holds the blade back..I miss the old days..[/QUOTE] Asking out your friends is usually a bad idea. [QUOTE]I fap to bestiality. I don't know what exactly attracts me in it, I just like to see women get fucked by horses and shit. Maybe it's the taboo part of it, idunno. IRL if a dog wanted to fuck me I'd say hell no though, I'm not that fucked up. At least yet, let's hope it stays this way.[/QUOTE] Don't use this thread as an example of fucked up. It's far more than that.

These are getting less funny and more depressing every day. Though they are pretty interesting.

[QUOTE]take the train...from school.[/QUOTE] You get to ride a train to school?

[QUOTE=GeneralMastiff;32798507]You get to ride a train to school?[/QUOTE] My guess is that he lives in Siberia.

[QUOTE=GeneralMastiff;32798507]You get to ride a train to school?[/QUOTE] Anon could be talking about a commuter train, like metrolink or something.

[quote]Like another member here, I enjoy pissing my pants for the sole reason that it feels good to have that warmth radiate out from your groin[/quote] the way this is phrased is so god damn hilarious

[QUOTE]I frequently just aim my dick upwards in the shower and let the golden liquid flow all over me.[/QUOTE] I'm done.

[QUOTE=coco911231;32799504]I'm done.[/QUOTE] Well hey I mean he's in the middle of being cleaned anyway if anything that's less disgusting

2 of those confessions are the same

[QUOTE=]It was a late night, on a long weekend in February. I had one of my best friends over, whom I hadn't seen in a while, since we were now going to two different schools. What I'm going to say now, is that both this friend and I are bondage fetishists... so you know where this is going. So I was fourteen during this time, my friend was either thirteen or fourteen, I forget now. Anyway, what he suggested, is that we do a few "sessions" ourselves. Keep your pants on, though, neither of us lost our virginity that night. It was quite violating though. So here's how it first started: I think he was the first to be dominant over me, if I remember correctly. Since I had no rope available, I used some makeshift rope out of old shirts that didn't fit me anymore. So once I had the rope, I got on the bed in my room, put my hands behind my back, and he tied them tightly enough that I couldn't escape. We both enjoyed it a lot. Then, he did my legs. Not as tightly, but enough that I couldn't remove the bonds. Now, we already had the gagging planned. I'd had two stress balls that I'd poked holes through with pencil, and used more of that makeshift rope to turn it into a working ball gag. He stuffed it in my mouth, and tied it as tightly around my head as possible, making sure that in no way I could work it out of my jaws. Now the games started. He'd tickle my feet a little bit, with some sharp objects like pencils. He'd rub them up and down my ribs, and tell me to balance a ball on my head. Of course, whenever I dropped it, some punishment ensued, usually several backhand slaps to the face. Why I enjoyed it, I had no idea. Anyway, after about an hour of being left alone, he finally came to untie me. Now it was my turn. He untied all the knots successfully, and I did everything in the same order, only I tied his hands in front of him for one reason: I wasn't going to let him out until he solved a Rubik's cube. I then secured his feet, and tied the hand and feet ropes together, so he'd have to keep his legs in a butterfly position while he leaned over to solve it. Of course, he wasn't having much luck. So I started to have a little bit of fun now. So I did the same, tickling his feet, and rubbing and groping him in places that were extremely violating - His chest, under his armpits, and his calves and thighs. I'd put up some porn on my laptop for him, to distract him further from solving the cube. Also note that at this time, both of us were into furries. I could see a bulge coming from his track pants, and he started letting out a muffled groan. I continued rubbing his shoulders, and sitting behind him, caressing his body in all the wrong (or right?) places. It felt wrong, but at the same time it felt very right. In fact, just recently he told me he wants to do something just like that again. This time, he bought real ball gags, and I just got ten meters of Japanese bondage rope on eBay. If we're lucky, we'll get to do it by Thanksgiving.[/QUOTE] Everybody has fetishes. Be glad that you're not into scat, pedo, or gorno and be double glad you have a trustworthy partner that won't overdo it (rape) and won't tell anybody. You'll be fiiiiiiine.

[QUOTE=OogalaBoogal;32798296]P. I. Staker "Asking tomorrow" is basically a recipe for disaster. You are probably in the friend zone too far now. [/QUOTE] You are waaayyy in there..she's probably thinking "We should stay friends, I don't want to ruin the friendship!" .. Life sucks, friend. And you're gonna be alone for a long time..I know I am.

[QUOTE=Bytecry;32799729]2 of those confessions are the same[/QUOTE] I copy-pasted it twice, thanks. I have the proper one in there now. [editline]16th October 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=BlackCrow;32805100]You are waaayyy in there..she's probably thinking "We should stay friends, I don't want to ruin the friendship!" .. Life sucks, friend. And you're gonna be alone for a long time..I know I am.[/QUOTE] No, you probably aren't. You'll find someone.

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[QUOTE=Lebowski;32789258]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?[/QUOTE] 1000mg isn't the lethal dose, lethal dose is around 2000mg.

where the bitches be at

[QUOTE=Stormcharger;32808399]1000mg isn't the lethal dose, lethal dose is around 2000mg.[/QUOTE] The more you know. But considering he thought it was a lethal dose and took it anyways.

[QUOTE=Lebowski;32808458]The more you know. But considering he thought it was a lethal dose and took it anyways.[/QUOTE] Yea but I think it screams troll because most people who do DXM research it because there are different plateaus depending on how much you take and each one is quite different so people normally plan out which one they want to have.

[QUOTE=Stormcharger;32808500]Yea but I think it screams troll because most people who do DXM research it because there are different plateaus depending on how much you take and each one is quite different so people normally plan out which one they want to have.[/QUOTE]And I also knew a couple idiot teenagers who could stomach (initially) bottle after bottle of dxm cough syrup with guafenesin or however you spell it; because they heard it got you high and they wanted to see what happened, tripped way too hard, got freaked the fuck out, puked their guts out later.

[QUOTE=Lebowski;32808545]And I also knew a couple idiot teenagers who could stomach (initially) bottle after bottle of dxm cough syrup with guafenesin or however you spell it; because they heard it got you high and they wanted to see what happened, tripped way too hard, got freaked the fuck out, puked their guts out later.[/QUOTE] Well theyre stupid, its so easy to find syrup with just DXM as the active ingredient.

[quote] I'm pretty much fucked right now. I'm charged for a severe assault that I didn't commit. Well, technically I did, let me explain. Where I live, lutherians have to go to confirmation camp. Either you do it in the city which is just showing up to the church for a dozen times and that's it. The other option is to go to an actual camp where the group of young lutherians go to a specified countryside or island with a priest to just chill for a week or so. Sounds kind of suspicious, but apparently most of the time people like it. It's not free, of course, but after you're confirmed you get a *free* grave from the church, you can get married in a church and so on. Oh, and you can go drink wine and eat bad cookies in the name of the Christ, whoopee. Now, here's the problem. My confirmation camp didn't go well. I had to be in the same as the most obnoxious people at my age (normally confirmation camp is for 15-16 year old.) and one of them, call him Cam, decided to pick on me specifically. He was the leader of the douche gang, pretty much, he always walked in the middle of that 5 guy group, pushed the timid ones around and overall just was a real moron to everyone when the priest wasn't looking our way. He even smuggled in a few smokes which wasn't allowed. Most guys thought he was cool and all for being such a baddie, I just didn't get what people saw in him, he was just ruining his physical health and future by acting like an ignorant...well, idiot. I normally tried to stay out of the spotlight (Because you probably remember my earlier confession about my split personality) but he wouldn't have any of that. Cam liked to target the quiet ones since they gave him the biggest laughs with their "chicken attitude" and all. He tripped me when we were going to the chapel on the island, knock me down in races and shove me around in the lunch line. I didn't really get angry at that, I just let it slide. I'd always say something like: "Hey, could you stop that?" "Aiite, come on." But he continued doing it. On the second last day, Sunday, they were announcing results for all the races to see who won the competition that had been running in the background during the entire week. His group won and of course he went smug with his little prize of a candy bar in everyone's face. Especially me, he tried to poke my eye out with it and said: "Look who's a sore loser now, faggot." I have slight narcissism and when he rubbed salt on my already wounded pride, it just caused so much stress I felt like I was going to lose control and the other side of me would surface. It started ringing my alarm bells when all sound started going distant, as if my hearing was going out. I just bolted away from the campfire and ran to the forest edge. The priest came to see me and asked what's wrong. I told him I just couldn't stand Cam's attitude and how he picked on me especially during the entire camp. He said he'd scold the guy for doing that and went back. A few minutes later Cam walks to me from behind and punches the back of my head. He starts to push me around while mocking me and saying how I had to open my big mouth and if I had been quiet I would've been fine. He claimed that because of my stupidity I had to get a lesson. The priest was already back at the campfire and everyone was laughing and singing so they couldn't notice us. I knew he was angry and that he was going to beat me down. He wasn't a small guy, either, about half a head taller than me. I tried to block his punch into my face and gut but really, I'm not a good fighter. I try to avoid them for a reason. Then, when he hit my cheek exceptionally hard, something just snapped. I felt like I was pulled inside myself, into this dark pit. Everything sounded distant and distorted, as if an echo in a cave. I felt and heard myself biting his throat and jamming my fingers in his eye sockets. I couldn't do anything to stop it, as much as I tried to regain control, I was just too shaken by all the stress and pressure that I couldn't focus. Each second Cam's face got darker and even though he landed good hits on me too, I only felt them as little pricks on myself. I knew that my alter ego didn't care about pain either, so it just kept going, eventually starting to choke Cam to death with a mad grin on my face. Cam managed to finally shout for help and I felt soon enough many hands grabbing my arms and pulling me off him. I was grateful they did it, because I think if they wouldn't have, Cam would've died. He only has one eye now, has multiple bones broken and bruises all over which got me charged for severe assault. Every time I think about that incident, my other side just laughs for how fun it was, regardless of what the consequences are. My entire future might be fucked over this one incident. It's horrible and I despise myself for losing control like that. My crime record now has a marking and that's most likely gonna make getting jobs even harder. Oh, and I also am gonna get a few months of prison PLUS many thousands of euros of compensation to Cam's parents. But all that is secondary to me, the greatest punishment is that I couldn't gain control again until I was forcefully calmed and held down. I have no idea if I can ever approach people anymore because I'm not sure I can even resist Waltz anymore. (the name I gave to my inner self) I'm so fucked up right now, aren't I? [/quote] That's pretty concerning, but justified. It's just teenagers fighting eachother. The only thing that really needs psychological attention is that fact that you couldn't control it at one point.

[QUOTE=Stormcharger;32808399]1000mg isn't the lethal dose, lethal dose is around 2000mg.[/QUOTE] depends on your body mass and health

You would have to be really light to die from 1000 mg

[QUOTE=Milp;32809315]That's pretty concerning, but justified. It's just teenagers fighting eachother. The only thing that really needs psychological attention is that fact that you couldn't control it at one point.[/QUOTE] He destroyed one of his eyeballs and was biting his throat. Yeah, not just teenagers fighting each other.