[QUOTE=kinki-bunni;33455488]sometimes i piss in empty bottles of coke and empty it out of my window when i cant be bothered to get up and go to the toilet (my room is in the loft)[/QUOTE]
I have done this before.
[IMG]http://images.wikia.com/vidyavidya/images/d/df/Feels-bad-man.jpg[/IMG]
i dont like to go out because im ugly as fuck so every time i take a walk or something i think "god this people must think im a piece of shit, a loser, im ugly, a thief or something(because most of the thief around here have brownish skin)"
I mean, they ovbiosly wont think this for more than 5 seconds, but those fucking 5 second plus the face they put when they look at me makes me feel like crap.
I also have a lot of problems with my family because of this
"Why dont you use sandals like normal people?" - (my horrid black man feet wont let me mom)
- dont like them
"why dont you go to parties like normal teenagers" - (i dont get invited to them)
-they are too noisy
"why are you so fucking shy" - (of course my looking wont let me have a great ass confidence assholes)
-im ok
"why dont you hang up with friends" - (im ugly)
-maybe another time
and lots of stuff
- I was looking all over for this very thread.
- I'm bisexual.
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Don't rate me rainbows you bastards.
- I have known I am homosexual for a significant amount of time but anyone I tell thinks I am lying for whatever reason.
- I impulse buy to the max, I've probably spent hundreds of dollars on things that I have never actually used in any way.
- I have severe depression, to the point of nearly attempting suicide (although this isn't nearly as severe at this point in time.)
- I regularly force myself to vomit, not after binge eating but at set times. I honestly do not know why.
I saw a clip from MLP
And it was funny
But never again.
When I was 13 I gave someone I knew a blowjob. Needless to say I enjoyed every minute of it and would do it again.
I now have a crush on this girl in my class.
I've contemplated suicide several times and everyone who doesn't know me really well thinks I'm perfectly, mentally stable.
I'm Black.
Few years ago, my cousin came over for a sleepover. We were really open at that time, I would get naked and he wont mind. So I tied a ribbon to my erect penis and showed it to my cousin.
It was really awkward. [sp] Because he didn't even show any homosexual interest[/sp]
I have to take my shirt off to shit properly
I once drove a screwdriver through a frogs head,
immediately afterwards I was so disgusted by the noise it made I threw up on its still twitching corpse.
I've also had a very homoerotic experience with one of my old friends, I haven't heard from him since.
I was clinically depressed at one point of my life, almost killed myself, and I feel like I'm slowly making my way back into that depression, granted I now think suicide is a long term solution to a short term problem.
I've recently realized I don't have nearly as many friends as I use to, and I'm kind of glad, actually.
That's all I can think of now, I'll be back if I can remember any more.
Every time I hear supreme court
I think of Taco Bell.
Fuck You, Taco Bell.
[QUOTE=John Egbert;33128784]I've had motherfucking dog wallpaper in my room since I was four. FML.[/QUOTE]
I bet you jacked off to that, too.
[QUOTE=Daniel Smith;33500050]I bet you jacked off to that, too.[/QUOTE]
Oh, if you could only find my old thread, it would be so funny. But I doubt anyone here knows about that anymore. Except maybe FilmSlacker, if he stumbles upon this post.
I feel like killing myself most of the time.
[QUOTE=Sie-Sveinhund;33130814]I am incredibly undecided on the topic of religion.
My middle name is Barton.
I hate myself as a person.
My best friend is putting her romantic relationships in a pretzel knot and is going to end up either pregnant or dead and I really want to stop that from happening.
I despise my mother for kicking my father out of the house.
My dog ranks 2-3 on my "most important things in the world" list, and deep down I find this to be socially disgusting. This is a bad thing because she will probably die before I go off to college.
I am highly unsatisfied with where I am in life, and yet have no means or initiative to change it.
The motivation for most of the positive activity in my life was to make my father proud.
I believe, through some faint memories, that I was raped at an early age, which probably accounts for much of these problems.
I probably have a mild case of autism, bipolarity, split personality disorder, hydrocephalus, or all four.
It is near impossible for me to feel any sort of affection, leading me to believe I will die alone.
I have an extremely pessimistic view on the current state of the American populace and all its members, including myself.
I use a combination of humor towards friends and severe apathy towards anyone else to mask the kind of person I actually am. This is the most likely reason for my near-non-existent social life.[/QUOTE]
Dude you have all of your answers right in front of you. I get the feeling your mother isn't so loving towards you either. That's going to make a person not want to do anything. Take it from me, being exactly where you are means that you are an intelligent person my friend. You have the answers but you just need some help from outside to get going. You need to feel alive. You need to find a girlfriend to invest these deeper emotions into, so that you can have her deeper emotions in return. You mustn't be afraid and you mustn't allow her to be afraid of giving each other your feelings. If most people are afraid of you (your deeper feelings), it's because you are an emotionally sensitive person, and you already know that, and they are not, or do not want to be sensitive. There are times to be sensitive towards women and times where we don't. It's the capacity to care that women love, not how much you do it. It's up to you how frequently you want to share your feelings with the girl you feel comfortable with (and if you don't feel comfy with her, it's because you haven't shared your personal feelings yet (seeing the paradox you are in a little more clearly? I hope so!), I promise you, on my life, my fellow facepuncher, because these are my inner feelings)
Protip at opening up: Do it to somebody you will never ever ever see again. Say the first feeling of yours that pops into your head at the grocery checkout, or somewhere else where nobody expects an open person. This will be awkward as shit at first. It can't get any more awkward than that, and if you secretly know you are capable but don't be open that's because you are scared, and everybody is, that's why we don't open up easily, because we all understand each other more than we think we do, and you understand yourself more than most people understand themselves. stop taking that for granted, you're being a spoiled asshole (that's if you like to be sort-of punished when you take in information wisely))
In application all this knowledge goes down the shitter to that awkwardness, until you get over it. It's just your nerves getting the best of you. Fuck your nerves with a Chinese donkey my friend. Don't let them control you!
[editline]29th November 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=4NGRY MUFF1N;33387816]I only feel really relaxed when I'm on pills, speed or half drunk.
My passion for music and vehicles(cars, trucks, bikes, engines and so forth). destroys all my relationships.
I'm usually a quiet person, but when a special bro or girlfriend comes to talk to me I can talk for hours.
I really hate myself sometimes.
And I..... Just don't know.
[editline]22nd November 2011[/editline]
Also, took a heckload of pills and drank quiet alot.
Still feel bad because of it, blacked out really hard at my friends house.
Maybe I died? Who knows.
[editline]22nd November 2011[/editline]
Also, Alcoholic. :([/QUOTE]
Don't be sad that you are an alcoholic.
You hate yourself because it's impossible to stay in the moment all of the time due to your (seemingly an ego that is too large) imagination. Your ego is important to your music, your art, your engines, but you don't let your ego be important enough for someone else to really want. Liking a girl to get in her pants is a start, trust me, a great one. Beyond that it's up to you if you want to look at her as an opportunity to destroy yourself and your ego, which lets you do your works, or if you want to force yourself to begin to appreciate her.
Forcing yourself is the only way to do things. It's hard, but what is something about engines that is easy? Understanding? No. You understand them well because you don't have to worry about an engine that you will invest your time into breaking and destroying the very thing that allowed you to make it in the first place. It will never happen if you don't let go of the things you love. If you love those things, she will deal with it, because she loves how you love them. But you will never know whether or not she does unless you take.the.shot.
I apparently have depression, and I want to go see a professional therapist (not my school counselor) and I'm scared of what my Parents would think.
When I was nine I was raped by an older boy from my school, I've barely told anyone about it (not even my parents).
I often ponder on how many melodramatic teenagers there are on the internet, but don't tell anybody.
[QUOTE=Cypher_09;33520644]I often ponder on how many melodramatic teenagers there are on the internet, but don't tell anybody.[/QUOTE]
I wonder that too, but I really don't fancy searching for each individual one to count them.
When taking a shit i proceed to wipe my ass multiple times even though i know it's already clean.
This thread is like FP anonymous confessions only non-anonymous.
Anyway, content: I once pooped in a urinal. I was 5 at the time, I thought they were fancy foreign toilets after reading this strange book. I think it was a toilet catalogue.
I have a hat for appreciating music.
Its an authentic Red army WWII Commanding officer hat.
I contemplate suicide way more than a normal person should.
[QUOTE=pvt.jenkins;33522467]I contemplate suicide way more than a normal person should.[/QUOTE]
I like to think how it feels like to fade away dying. It also makes me thrill in joy to know that it would ruin the life of the person who found my body.
[QUOTE=Region;33492463]I have to take my shirt off to shit properly[/QUOTE]
why did I just spend 10 minutes trying to figure out how this works
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I don't know when I'm funny or not, often laughing in inappropriate situations or remaining sullen and silent in jolly times.
I have been told I am good at being funny by relatives, just that I don't know when I am doing it. This confuses me often after I say something and everybody laughs for no (assumed) reason.
Likewise whenever I deliberately try to make a joke it often doesn't work as intended.
I often also invent one liners to greet people who come to the front door. (A number of which are poor.)
Secretly, [I]I'm a little bit naïve[/I].
[QUOTE=The golden;33532269]It's actually a lot more common than you might think. I personally cannot crap comfortably unless naked. For the longest time I've tried to figure out why. The closest thing I can think of is that you're being rendered somewhat helpless by your bodily functions and for some people, sitting on the john while being all tangled up in clothing produces some sort of discomfort (like claustrophobia, in a way). I don't know, I'm no professional. That's my 2 cents.[/QUOTE]
I always took my clothes off while using the toilet because I was afraid of getting shit all over my shirt.
Everybody's different.
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