What's the deepest, darkest secret of yours that you would be willing to post on a public forum? - General

I've come close to getting laid many times but I always got interrupted by my parents.

I was the one that broke the toaster :(

[QUOTE=andololol;40114895]Can you fap to moths having sweet sweet moth sex?[/QUOTE] Yes. My phobia doesn't have an effect while fap

Sometimes I write "-wrong thread-" in random threads just to looks like i posted something.

i don't actually have phimosis and never have, i've cheated all of you

[QUOTE=mopman999;40112598]i dont have a toaster fetish[/QUOTE] Its nothing to be ashamed of. Toasters are quite hot.

I actually have a thing for hypnosis

I feel absolutely fucking terrible about every relationship I've had. Four failed pregnancies and one girl trying to physically assault me and it just winds up with me feeling like a colossal fuck-up piece of shit cunt. There isn't any permanent escape from that feeling, and it's very hard to take my mind away from it. I'm always changing as well - I lose people and I gain people too fast. also a girl got a piece of shit on my penis once [editline]1st April 2013[/editline] let's throw some trivial ones up there i can't read a hand clock, i can't divide, i can't tie shoelaces or knots, and once i needed to pee really bad so i sprayed all over a church wall

you need to get a fucking life if you're that devoted to some damn forum

[QUOTE=Garik;40117363]you need to get a fucking life if you're that devoted to some damn forum[/QUOTE] What if facepunch is someones life?

[QUOTE=Garik;40117363]you need to get a fucking life if you're that devoted to some damn forum[/QUOTE] There are enough people here who are addicted to FP. As soon they are banned for a few days they finally do shit that they haven't done before. Ignore my post count.

[QUOTE=Desuh;40117405]What if facepunch is someones life?[/QUOTE] then you're autistic. very autistic

[QUOTE=iRunner;40114289]I lost my virginity when I was 8 years old[/QUOTE] I didn't even know that was possible.

[QUOTE=Garik;40117540]then you're autistic. very autistic[/QUOTE] Yes, that makes TOTAL sence.

Well, let's see if I can conquer my fears long enough to post all this and not snip it. Nothing in a particular order, just a bunch of stuff as I think of it. I have a hard time accepting gifts. I've gotten better about it lately, but I always think I'm being greedy if I don't give something back. Which is hypocritical of me, because I enjoy arbitrarily giving people stuff and don't want anything in return. Due to some similar stuff, I tend to come off as way more self-loathing than I am. I'm severely terrified of people thinking I'm arrogant, but my ego inflates really easily so I tend to massively downplay any compliments I get. I had someone call me self-centered once and it hit me so hard I felt terrible for a week. This ends up making people think I hate myself way more than I do, and that I can't take a compliment. Don't get me wrong, I [i]am[/i] self-loathing, but that tends to come about more when I'm depressed. I have almost no ability to admit I don't understand something I'm supposed to. When people don't explicitly say what's going on, or what their plan is, and just suggest I do some part of it, I often don't get what I'm supposed to do beyond that. I make excuses up all the time, - for a brief week my excuse was that I was 'listening loosely,' and I have no idea why I thought that was a decent excuse - and only very rarely am I able to admit I don't know where someone's going with something. I don't really know my sexual orientation. I know I like women, but with some of the stuff I've seen online I'm not sure if I actually like some males as well. I try to steer clear of any questions about my orientation if possible, or answer that I'm straight if it's pressed, but it kinda bothers me that I just don't know. In a kinda similar way, I don't know if I'm a furry or not. I think I am, but I don't really [i]know[/i]. Similar to the guy who posted a while ago, I can fap to nearly anything once I really get going. Some stuff is too much for me, and some stuff is a turn-off until I'm actually in to it, but once I start it's easy for me to keep going. I've flirted with two of my best friends while hammered before. One of them subjected himself to it knowingly, but I kinda blindsided another. To make it worse, I'm pretty sure the one I blindsided had a thing for me for a few years. Now knowing what it feels like to genuinely love someone who doesn't love you back, it just makes me feel worse about it. Pets dying doesn't really cause me much grief, which terrifies the hell out of me. Admittedly I've been dealing with it since I was really little, - and animals in general, as we've always had cats and I frequently have to clean up the remains of their hunt - but it still worries me. The only pet I've had that's passed that actually bothered me was my cat Shadow, who was 6 months older than me. Even still, it wasn't as much as I feel like I should've. Heads up, this one's long: I've been battling depression and suicidal thoughts since I was young - for ten or so years. Part of that was of course teenage hormones, but some of it has been very real - that thing about being very aggressive against myself to deflate my ego doesn't help my self-esteem. I've seriously considered killing myself quite a few times, but it's only really come up once that I was ready to do it. Christmas of last year, I was feeling terrible due to a ton of relationship and school stuff, and felt really really vulnerable. I severely didn't want to go to Christmas Eve dinner at my grandparents' house, and ended up getting into a fight with my mother about it and going. She called me at 5, we got into a yelling match for about fifteen minutes, I cried for about thirty minutes and she picked me up at 6. We get there, talk for like another fifteen to twenty minutes about where everyone's going to sit, and it gets decided that I'm going to sit apart from everyone because I don't like being near people to being with. This entire time, my social anxiety is going crazy and I'm trying my best to keep it together. We're having White Diamond barbeque, same as we do every year, so my mom suggests that I make my plate before we get everyone in and sat down, so I'm not leaning over people. Not wanting to draw any amount of attention to myself, I agree and start making my plate. My grandma comes in and starts trying to stop me, which I expected, and we tell her what's going on. She says okay. Cue minor anxiety spike. Then my dad comes in and makes a comment about me getting started ahead of everyone else, which I was [i]not[/i] expecting. Cue a bigger anxiety spike. Then my sister comes in and makes a comment about me starting ahead of everyone, which I was [i]really[/i] not expecting. Cue another big anxiety spike. This is in the span of about ten seconds. Looking back on this, I later realized that if someone else had made a comment, I probably would've slammed my plate down on the table, said something about me not eating, and gone and sat in the car. I ended up barely getting through the night there. When I got back home I was miserable. I stayed up a little later, - cried again, I think - and decided that was it. I was done. We were supposed to go to my sister's in the morning, but I just didn't care. Fuck Christmas. Fuck my family. Fuck everything. I keep my butterfly knife on my desk beside me, and I was so close to using it. Then I remembered the few people that I could never manage to convince myself didn't care, and thought about what it'd do to them. I was still ready to do it, but I decided I'd at least try and wait until the morning, and hopefully until after we were done at my sister's. Morning rolled around, and I felt even worse. I woke up and laid in bed for probably close to an hour. I couldn't last through the next hour, much less however long I'd be at my sister's. I thought about my friends, and how much it'd hurt them. I thought about the promise I made my best friend about never doing it. About how no matter what, I wouldn't do it. I thought about how she'd react when she found out. I cried. I got up and decided I'd at least get through my morning run through Facepunch and Tumblr. A friend had sent me a copy of Bastion a few days before that I hadn't accepted yet, since I wasn't sure if I was going to survive the holiday. I was going to have to send that back with an apology, much as I honestly hated him at the time. I sat down at my desk and woke my computer up. Typed in the password to my computer, and... someone had sent me a game. A friend I had previously bought a few things for had bought me Jagged Alliance: Back in Action and all of the DLC. And I just... stopped. The message he sent along with it wasn't anything super special, but it actually felt like someone cared again. I felt like someone had just given me a really big hug, just when I needed it the most. I started crying again, but this time it wasn't because I felt miserable. I accepted it and looked at the messages I had gotten in Steam while I was in bed, and someone else had sent me a key for The Binding of Isaac and the DLC. And that gift of Bastion really hit me right then too. I was happy again, incredibly so in fact. I sent all three of them really big thank you messages. I went to my sister's, recorded my niece opening presents, wrestled the dog to keep her out of the pictures... it was great. Since then, I've gained an incredible amount of sympathy for people who feel suicidal, especially ones that get anywhere near as bad as I was. I also understand the pathology behind it a lot better now. Once you get to the point I was at, there really isn't any other way to go. There's no getting better, there's no waiting the depression out. In your mind, the only way to stop it is to end everything. It's a horrible feeling, and it's horrifying knowing just how close I was to it.

[QUOTE=Ast_risk;40092025]Today, I ate some cereal...[B]WITHOUT ANY MILK[/B].[/QUOTE]I never have milk in cereal. Sue me.

[QUOTE=Kirbyfactor;40117796]Yes, that makes TOTAL sence.[/QUOTE] yep

I sometimes sneeze repeatedly so fast that I don't have time to breathe in when the second sneeze comes and I almost choke myself. I sometimes get scared by the sound of a piano.

I have a MASSIVE crush on Hayley Williams. [IMG]http://megamusicmadness.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/hayley-williams1.jpg[/IMG] But then again why wouldn't I [t]http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9700000/Hayley-at-People-s-Choice-Awards-hayley-williams-9764334-800-1079.jpg[/t] Legitimate boner.

[QUOTE=Calamity;40121155]I sometimes sneeze repeatedly so fast that I don't have time to breathe in when the second sneeze comes and I almost choke myself.[/QUOTE] You have trouble sneezing twice in a row? I always sneeze three times in a row, minimum. Generally I sneeze about five times, sometimes even going up to 10. And that's nothing, you should see my sister. She's done 18 sneezes in a row at times :v:

[QUOTE='TheDark[PL];40108227']I can't tie shoelaces[/QUOTE] I am incredibly slow when it comes to tying shoelaces. Fuck that shit man.

I do not feel any emotion when I lie, and I'm very good at hiding things. The entire last 4 years of my life have been based about lying. I just lie so much that when I tell a lie, it becomes a part of my history, up to the point where the truth gets erased, and I start believing my own lies.

I think Adele is attractive.

I'm gay, and sometimes have gotten afraid because I thought I was bisexual at one point in life, and legitimately didn't want to be straight in any aspect because it was so unfamiliar. I also have fantasies when I see cute boys involving raping them until they become gay.

some pretty big lies i have told: I fake being unable to write properly readable, causing me to get a free laptop for using during class, which I then use as a private laptop. I used to have ADD, but grew old enough to make it have any effects on me. I then kept forgetting things on purpose, so I would keep getting the medication for ADD, causing me to ace the past 3 school years. I still use the medication for test weeks. I faked being friends with some people in order to become friends with their friends's friends. These people are currently my best friends. I have lied about being sick so much I can fake being sick so perfectly I become sick of it. Literally. I used to be bad at french because I missed much of the basic grammar, which just takes 4 after school lessons or so. I faked being bad at french for a year because my privately hired (a college student paid 25 euros per lesson) french teacher was hot as fuck. I often lie about having a social life PAST to the one I built up the past 2 years.

i'm terrified of swimming/drowning

I get aroused whenever a girl kills a guy in a movie. Or wherever it happens. As long as it's not real. Particularly if the guy is innocent / the murder is random.

I can only masturbate to porn (video). For some reason thinking about hot girls or looking at pictures does nothing for me anymore. But on the plus side I'm like the energizer bunny. Which sucks for me though sometimes :/

I can't ride a bicycle. (Never ridden one anyway)

I like stealing things. Not in a sexual way or anything, I just find it fun to steal shit. I have enough empathy and decency that I wouldn't steal anything that really mattered to someone, but I steal petty things all the time.