Hey,
I am gathering anonymous confessions for a contemporary art performance this Saturday. I am trying to get as many as possible. So, if you see this and wish to share something, even if you have shared it on here before, I would really really appreciate it.
Looking forward to the comments!
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Had sex with my best friends wife he didn’t know
I have a gf but still sexting many girls
Sometimes I rehearse arguments in my head with people I’ll never confront, just to feel like I finally won.
I think the only confession I’d never admit out loud is that I make every single decision in life with the explicit goal of never ending up even remotely like my mother
You’re going to be acting out as many of these as you can by Saturday?
(Im scared to post what’s been on my chest)
I used chatGPT to fill in my annual appraisal and was subsequently praised on how thorough I was.
I sometimes wish no one knew me so i could disappear from society
When I was in my late teens-early twenties, I had this unconscious habit of pinching my nipple… in social situations. Like I didn’t even realize I was doing it til one of my friends suddenly exclaimed to his girlfriend, “SEE? She just did it!”
I still randomly pinch my nipple when I’m alone. I think I like the mini pain hit. But how fucking weird and awkward for past me.
So many women today, even my friends and women I respect say “omg I hate men” and recently I’m at a point where it pisses me off so so much, they’re so ungrateful and I’m starting to hate women and feminism itself is a oxymoron.
I am choosing a career I never wanted, just because I want my parents’ approval. I really hate it, but I am still doing it just because of them.
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I was REALLY drunk and hit on my BF’s boyfriend. Of course we’re not friends anymore and I really miss her!
I’ve worked for the same company for 32 years. I started off making 4.25 and hour back in the day. I now make $20 bucks a hour because I stepped down from being an assistant mgr. I’m happier but get paid shit!
I’m worried my grief will follow me until I die.
I can’t gather the confidence to ask girls out because I am afraid of rejection
I’m lying to my girlfriend about not moving away, I don’t want to tell her she will be sad.
I think my fiance would be better off without me. I feel like a burden more than a partner.
I hardly like anyone in my family. There’s quite a diverse range of people, and every moment I spend actually talking to any of them in person, it drives me insane. Whether it’s the hardcore vegan, the religious nut, the boomer – I have very little connection to any of them and I’m pretty jealous they all seem to function fine.
I’ve never felt true love from another woman, even my own mother, and feel like I’m destined to be completely unloved by any woman.
I eblicerated a bathroom in a Casey’s once. Not even “oh I clogged the toilet!” Like, I actually destroyed it. I felt so bad atterwards
I regret getting married to my spouse (looking back, he was a placeholder for a man I SHOULD have been with) and not being more careful in my youth to guard myself and get to know who I truly am.
I think I’m falling in love again, but I’m worried I’ll self-sabotage because I’m afraid of being with someone wonderful who is kind, thoughtful, and doesn’t shame me for my shenanigans.
I’ve always had longish hair; sometimes it falls into my underwear and gets sucked into my butt after walking all day. And I love the feeling of pulling them out of my butthole.
I’m jealous of people who just travel and seem like they don’t care about anything. I’m so concerned about money, retirement, and bills that it’s overwhelming
Everyone thinks I work from home because I’m too ashamed to admit that I had a breakdown, quit my job and am currently in therapy
I made sure my old friend caught an sad… a curable one though.
Between the ages of 17 and 20, this chick that was supposed to be a close friend of mine would hook up with just about any man in my life. Close male friends, crushes, even a guy I was dating (saved me getting serious with him though). The girl had some serious issues.. while this just kinda filtered out the trash, she had some other issues that caused me to stop hanging out with her.
Fast forward a year and I get a message on MySpace (this was ’07) from a guy i used to chat with, we’d never met because he lived in another country, but we had flirted a lot over the past few years. The message read “can’t wait to see you and so-and-so in person.” I was floored, since I was not longer hanging out with her, she was skimming my social media for hookups. I was livid, also found out the same week, she tried to use my name to get into a club that i did some work for and tried to bring in some underage girls with her.
At first I didnt know what to do. But afterna more in depth conversation with the guy, Alex, it turns out they’d be talking for some months. She had convinced him to come to our area for a vacation and if they clicked she was going to move back to his country with him. I was just floored but whatever. They were grown. But I did agree to come meet him and say hi. Well the day arrived that he showed up and she completely ghosted him. He got ahold of me and was very upset. I had vacation time, and was going through a breakup so I went on an improtu vacation with my MySpace friend. We had a great time. Theme parks, beaches, a few nice dinners.. the works.
A few months later she started reaching out and being chummy. Being completely over this girl’s antics, i agreed to meet up with her. We had a couple of drinks and caught up. Then she asked who I was interested in these days.. and it was my time for revenge. Told her I couldn’t stop thinking about one of my work friend’s ex. Went on and on about him.
She finds him on fb almost immediately and tries to get her claws in.. a few weeks later she called me crying, she caught gonorrhea from old boy. I said “yea, I know, that’s why my coworker dumped him.. clap on. Clap off.” She started to yell, I hung up, blocked her number and blocked her on everything else.
How I used to care so much about people and after years of trauma from people, I just don’t care anymore. I want to have friends and such. And I do. But it is hard for me to actively care. No, I don’t want bad things to happen to them and deep inside I love them on some level. But I no longer have the ability to genuinely care outside of my immediate bubble. It’s been 4 years now, I don’t think it’s coming back.
I am falling for someone and I think they like me back but I am terrified of being seen badly due to past trauma and it’s stopping me from telling them how I feel. I know one day I may regret it but oh well.
I’ve been obsessed, and i mean i don’t listen to anything else obsessed with sewerslvt/cynthoni (they’re the same person) for nearing 5 years now. my biggest dream/goal in life is to see them/meet them. I know almost everything there is to know about them. I sometimes think i AM them.
I feel like I’m too broken and will keep falling into patterns of dating people that treat me bad
I’m struggling with my self worth due to me leaving my heart and soul dog with my parents. He died of cancer and now I can never get him back.
While I understand the why behind people with “pretty privilege” getting more (opportunities, attention, experiences, French fries, etc.), I still waste more energy than I should being resentful of it.
I secretly daydream about changing my name and moving abroad because I’m scared I’ll never truly heal unless I can get away from my family
I snuck out of my house at 16 yrs old at 3 am to go two states away with some homies, nd parents never found out.
I’m going to have a hearing later this week to determine if I can apply for disability. I’m deeply scared of the results. If I don’t get accepted…well, let’s just say I already booked a therapy appointment in advance.
My “accidental” pregnancy wasn’t actually an accident lol (my fiancé knows, my parents do not know).
I used to physically abuse my dog and hamsters when I was a kid. I don’t know what was wrong with me. I’m not crazy or anything now, outside of a regular amount of depression and occasional suicidal thoughts, but I’ve never told anyone and I’ve held onto this guilt for over 20 years.
I have an imaginary boyfriend.
We’re very happy together.
Sometimes we have imaginary fights, but we always get back together in the end.
I am straight up invisible. Its so weird because I’ve worked at the same place for 8 years and people still dont know my name. I have family members asking who I am even tho they have seen me grow up. My suspicions were confirmed to me the other day when I was walking across the street and some coworkers were crossing the opposite way so I waved and said Hi and they all looked at me like they have never seen me before. I’m pretty sure I am an NPC 😂😭
Such a strange feeling lol sometimes I think if I were to wander into a forest and not return no one would ask about me lol
My dad died a few weeks back.
I wish I was grieving like my siblings. Even though I know they would think I was crazy. They’re in so much pain. They’re crying a lot.
I’m almost jealous, because I feel so numb, and it makes me feel like a sociopath. The only time I’ve cried since the shock wore off was when I got pissed at my mom. I’m just angry. I feel like I’m not handling his death like I’m supposed to.
My sister couldn’t leave her house for days, and was sobbing so hard she couldn’t see through her swollen eyes. My brother threw himself on the floor in hysterics. And the day after we found my dad I just… went back to work. Like nothing happened.
I ghosted a friend years ago when I was in a hard place and she got upset (understandably, we were close). I regret the way I handled it to this day. I’ve considered reaching out to her and apologising but its been so long I don’t wanna risk opening an old wound and upsetting her again.
When I’m sad at night, I like to twirl my pubes. It’s not like anyone’s down, so GROW FREE, MY MANE, GROW FREE AND WILD.
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I met someone about a decade ago. They fell in love with me. Initially, I didn’t feel the same way. When we made plans, I’d later make excuses. They knew that I was doing this, but they never gave up. They were determined and tenacious, in the best way possible.
Over time things got warmer between us. I realized they were trying very much to cultivate this friendship and possible relationship. They were so sincere and dedicated. When they didn’t know what to talk about, they’d say “meow :3” because it meant they were talking to me. It was silly. It was sweet. I started developing feelings. And before I knew it I fell hard.
We got into a relationship and I really loved them. They were my rock in life, I felt so supported and loved. But I began depending on them too much. They started turning themselves into someone they aren’t just to be the Best Person for me. The relationship quickly grew unhealthy. It lasted for 3 years.
We broke up.
It’s been over a decade, and I still love them. I recognize that a romantic relationship wouldn’t work with us. I recognized that I primarily am the issue, and I ruined it. I have done my best to move on and get over it, to grow up and mature. But I still love them. They’re my best friend.
Now when people try to turn things romantic with me, I think of that person. It makes me really sad because I know I’m the person standing in my way from developing a new relationship. I am also the person who ruined the relationship with them. My confidence in being a good partner to anyone is low, and I worry that I haven’t changed into a healthier person enough to really justify another relationship. So I don’t go looking for relationships. If something finds me… we’ll see.
I want to move on but for the moment, I am still mired in my feelings for them and the guilt of how I ruined things. They don’t blame me or hold these things against me but I do. Very very much.
Thanks for the opportunity to get this off my chest.
Edit: Fixed some phrasing.
I have always had the intrusive thought of some day im gonna see and hear a really loud chihuahua and im gonna lose control and kick it like a soccer ball (or the Pokemon rocket team)
so is like a REAL thing that scares me and when I think about it too much i shiver. I have anxiety so i know its only my brain
I know i will not do it but just in case i have never touched one and i keep my distance
When I’m seriously frustrated, I bite my hand, and the pain offers some kind of release. I wouldn’t cut myself though.
Edit: clarification.
Sometimes I sleep like a man with my hand covering my crotch. No idea when it started or why really, it’s just comfortable.
I will never tell my mom that I’m a victim of sexual abuse on multiple different accounts because it would break her. She is a victim herself and has always vowed to never let it happen to her children. I want her to always believe that she has kept me safe, because she has. It has only ever happened when she didn’t have custody of me (full-time except for weekends), or in my recent years as a college student away from home. She is my best friend and I tell her everything, but I don’t want her blaming herself. She deserves better than to carry that weight.
I got my bully expelled.
When I was in eighth grade, I switched school systems mid-semester due to my mom moving in with her husband two counties over. My stepdad had just died and I took it really hard. My mom got desperate and married quickly. She detached emotionally which did not help my recovery.
Shortly before the move, my mom and my older brother had a falling-out. I guess you could say he ran away to move in with my dad, leaving all of his stuff behind. When my mom and I cleaned out his room, I found and pocketed some cigarettes he had in his closet without her noticing.
Now, I had these bullies. They were relentless. Because I wasn’t with the in-crowd and because I was quiet, he and his friends called me a freak and a faggot. It didn’t helped that I liked music, because that was automatically targeted, especially because it was different from theirs.
They spat in my hair, they slammed my locker after just having opened it. They would mark my clothes and backpack with markers and pens. They would dump out my backpack and break my things if I went to the restroom. You get the idea. As an added bonus, the teachers did jack shit to help.
Lockers came without a combo lock, so you had to supply your own. I kept track of which of these assholes did and did not have locks on their lockers (and what their locker numbers were) when I would walk by between passing periods. It turns out, one of my main tormentors did not have a lock, so I targeted him. Let’s call him Donny (not his real name).
On my last day, last period, I asked the teacher if I could clean out my locker. That was when I made my move.
I put the pack in Donnie’s locker, with a butt sticking out, so anyone walking by could see. I also knew that anybody out in the hall was either a kid with a hall pass, or more likely, faculty. I went back to class.
Now, school was over, and I had completed my last day and given a solid “fuck you” to one of my bullies. Not in words, but in action. But it was not over.
Donnie found me in the hallway. “There you are! I got you now!” Him and his buddies had me surrounded and we’re going to take me to the principal, because he just got out of the principal’s office and was not going to take the heat for that shit. “I never did anything to get you expelled!” Donnie yelled at me with tears in his eyes. He was so angry and sad.
Now, in order for you to understand what happens next, I need to describe the layout of the school and the closing schedule.
The middle school is on the second floor above the elementary school. Imagine a letter H. When you get down the stairs from the middle school, you are at the left point where the vertical bar intersects the horizontal bar of the H. Disregard the bottom of the H. It is irrelevant to the rest of the story. The exits (and the buses are at the top of the H, the front of the school (north). The horizontal stem runs east/west and makes up the main administrative offices. This is the important part. The top ends of the H are the exits, and my bus is by a little past the top right of the H (north-east) Get the picture?
The principal is always out front (at the top left of the H, NW corner) of the school at this time to wave off the buses to take the kids home.
As we go down the stairs, I catch a break. I fall just behind the crowd of people who can’t wait to see me get what’s coming to me, (as your attention is often committed forward as you go down stairs). I take the horizontal stem east through the administrative hallway, knowing that the principal is at the top left (NW). Nobody saw me. They were just looking for the guy who was going to set it all straight – the principal.
I pop out at the NE exit and hop on my bus, completely unnoticed. I sit in the back, with just enough view to see the principal wave the buses off and the crowd of bullies spinning at the NW exit. My bus leaves and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I don’t know if I would say I got off Scott-free. The anger he made me feel, and the peace-of-mind that was taken to the point where I would do that to someone speaks volumes. In a world full of bullies, I notice that this was not a healthy way to cope. So many people have hurt me in life and I had a chance to hurt one of them back. It was another way to lose some of my rapidly fading childhood.
Fast forward to 4 and a half years later. I meet my friend from the old crappy middle school. I am told Donnie got expelled and later attempted suicide. I can’t find him on Facebook or social media. He almost certainly has me blocked. His other cronies mostly turned out to be nobodies, recovering from their shitty life choices.
He was not my first bully, nor my last, but I had a death in the family which I was taking fairly hard at the time, and I just needed a single ounce of kindness from classmates, faculty, parents, anybody.
Sometimes I feel bad for him. Sometimes I wish I got more people at the top of his group. More than anything, I wish for the peace for myself and for Donnie to return to the time from before we were angry teenagers.
People who are that abusive probably are being abused at home. Please know that I know that this was wrong and that I have ended the cycle.
TL:DR – I got my bully expelled and he later attempted suicide.
When I was 22, my friend and I went to a rave together. When we got back to the apartment we shared, one thing led to another, and I ended up giving him a BJ while wearing his ex-girlfriend’s panties that she left. At first, I found it shameful, but we did again a couple of more times before we went our separate ways once the lease was up.
Since then, I have thought about it often over the past 24 years and sometimes miss the experience despite being still attracted to women. However, I really want to do this again.
However, this desire to wear panties and be feminine started much earlier.
When I was 14 (M). Our neighbor was a recent college grad who moved next door with her husband when I was 13. She was around a 22 – 23-year-old brunette with wide hips and a heart-shaped bum that spilled out the little Umbro soccer shorts she always wore. I used to be in awe of her feminine aura and watched her working in her yard and would often see her white lace floral bikini panties peeking out.
One day, I saw her hanging her clothes on the line and saw a pair of panties similar to the ones I saw. Anyway, she had run to the market for something one evening, and I went in her yard and snagged (I know it was wrong to steal, but couldn’t control myself) a pair. They were pink silk bikini panties that had a Lilly and butterfly print.
Later that night, I tried them on, posed in front of my mirror, and marveled at how pretty I felt as the soft silky fabric rubbed against me. I felt so feminine and free at that moment, and it’s something I’ll never forget.
The only thing I regret is stealing them.
Sorry for that, Missy, but thank you for the inspiration!
I didn’t expect to live this long and don’t know what I’m supposed to do with all this unexpected time. I turn 32 next month. I didn’t think I’d make it this far.
I have a strong sexual attraction towards my male flatmate but we rarely ever talk sometimes we don’t even say hello. I might never act on these feelings a the adage goes “don’t shit where you eat”…
I lost the love of my life due to drinking and being an asshole.
She was perfect for me, the second I saw her I fell in love, and so did she. We spent the first night playing card games with mutual friends and flirting, she and I spent the next day helping them move and both of us were moving as fast as we could to try and catch up with each other (stairs). But we never got the rhythm right.
Finally we were having drinks at a going away party and she sat down next to me. It was like talking to a female version of me. We were so in sync. A guy who liked her and was drunk came up and slugged me, cheap shot and walked away. My first instinct was to go fight him but I decided to stay on the couch with her. When she asked why I didn’t do anything about it I said, “I could either go get punched more or sit with the prettiest girl Ive ever met, I think I made the right choice.”
She invited me back to her place and we were together for three years before I messed up.
We were drinking and got in an argument, one of those silly things, I was upset that she was texting other guys, she was upset I was texting other girls. But neither of us was flirting or cheating. We were texting our classmates and sharing notes for our exams.
Que the end of the relationship, we were driving home, both angry arguing and intoxicated (I know) and I got really pissed. I drove off the beaten path to a place neither of us had ever been and kicked her out of my car and left her.
She made it home safe but couldn’t forgive me. I knew it the second I drove away, she dumped me. And rightfully so.
This is my biggest regret in my life. I miss her every day but I hope she’s happy and doing well.
I miss her.
Hope this helps, no hate please.
I plan on leaving my parents, regardless of what they say or do. They just bought a house that I know they will slightly struggle (not terribly bad) to afford if I’m not there to pay some portion of rent. But I cannot handle living with them anymore. I plan to leave in August. They semi know, but not fully
I have my own apartment, in a small town I hate living in (some neighbors and townfolk being awful + had a stalker (foreigner) that broke into my apt and vandalized it + just not liking all the noise and crap that comes with living in an apt building anymore – or from the hicks in town) and dream of finding a nice cabin in the countryside, but not too far from my loved ones. I’ve looked at several and I really want this to happen, but after many months of being deeply depressed (have battled that, anxiety and more all my life, mostly due to trauma) I have really neglected my apt, so much that I don’t know where to begin, do I can make it ready to sell! I also have way too much stuff and will have to get rid of a lot before even attempting to pack for a move… I’m hating myself for this so, so much, even though I know I should show myself understanding and care (can hardly practice what I preach 🙄), and it sucks!
I’m also horribly scared of big changes like this, so I know my subconscious is most likely playing a big part in this.
If I do this right I’ll sell my apt for a lot more than a cabin (with a piece of land) will cost, leaving me (hopefully) debt free! But I’m a master in tripping myself and falling down when things could go my way. Self sabotaging ftw! 😥
That’s all.
I feel like I’m worth less than everyone else just because I have physical limitations
After my grandpa had a stroke, i started secretly wishing he would just die. Every day i watched my grandma slave away feeding him, cleaning him, clothing him, and carrying him to the car all by herself. It grossed me out so bad watching him dribble food out of his mouth or literally shit himself in the living room…. my grandma just didnt deserve to have to deal with that. But after he died i felt so guilty feeling like my wishes caused his death.
I’ve never had a decent, normal happy relationship and at almost 50, I don’t think I ever will. Destined to be forever alone.
I think I’m in love with my married coworker, who is also 20+ years older than me. Cuz I’m an idiot I guess, idk. 🤷♀️🤦♀️ I won’t tell him or act on it, I’m not trying to ruin our friendship or blow up his whole life. I’ve tried to get over it for 2 years, and it’s still not working…. idk what to do.
I’ve been in therapy for the last 3 years for anxiety and depression. I was in such a good place until recently and now I’m on the verge of losing my job and alienating myself because of my actions. I feel like I’ve relapsed so hard and lost so much progress. But I’m applying to jobs currently and still working on myself.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life. I’m just waiting on my mum and pets to pass away so I can finish this lonely life once and for all.
When I was 5 years old a cousin the same age as me SA me. Seems to me that someone else was doing that to her and so she did it to me as if it was “normal”. She got pregnant at 14 and after 3 children she still struggles with abusive partners and drug addiction and I am sure it is all because of it. I don’t think that experience had any repercussions with my life, but it saddens me that she is living a difficult situation.
I only actually feel love for my dad and my daughter even though I’m incredibly close to my older sister and some friends. My husband is a great husband and father. I feel nothing for any of them and it doesn’t bother me, except I wouldn’t hurt anyone by admitting it. I do get angry and resentful though which sucks for me.
At random I have these moments where I feel fully alive and not like a side character on standby, waiting to brought into the next scene for my main character friends. I love them alot- it’s nothing to do with them. It’s just me. It’s like my call to action, my purpose, my reason for being— it’s all dormant. So i lie in wait. All day. Waiting for them to summon me. Sometimes i worry they will get bored of me the way sitcoms get bored of their side characters.
i want to believe the world can get better and that love can save us (thanks for letting us share confessions—good luck with the performance!!)
I want black dick really bad
I love my family and friends but I used to work a job that had me traveling a lot and I would be by myself for sometimes weeks at a time. I miss those days a ton
I’m in Situationship with my boss older brother 🙂he doesn’t know
When nobody else is home, I go into my stepsons room and take any snacks I see and like. He’s 16 and eats everything. Nothing is sacred. An eye for an eye is only fair.
My mom is really a stickler about expired products, she won’t throw away milk until she actually sees chunks in it no matter the date. I started pouring vinegar in her expired dairy products now. If she finds out she might kill me tho.
I slept with over 20 men in less than 2 years. I’m married and he doesn’t know.
Confession: I used my VERY meager salary to buy residents thing they needed/wanted. Housecoats, slippers, soap. Sometimes costume jewelry from the thrift store. They were SO happy!
The only time I ever stole anything was $15 from my deadbeat stepfather, to make it appear he “lost” the money and was irresponsible. He tried to take control of my mom’s finances. He would’ve bankrupt us, it was the only thing that made her rethink the decision.
I’ve never told her, either.
I’m in love with an emotionally unavailable man and part of me prefers the fantasy over the reality of going out and finding love with someone that wants me back.