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I have a beautiful girlfriend whom I have been dating for 4 years. I can absolutely see myself spending the rest of my life with her, and plan on asking her to marry me some day. The only problem is that I cheated on her with her best friend, who I have dated previous to our relationship in a moment of weakness... I guess I never entirely got over the feelings I had for said friend. We both realized what we had done was wrong and want the best for my gf, so we decided not to speak of it ever. I feel extremely guilty inside and want to get it off my chest, however I don't want to risk the relationship I have now. I'm worried if I tell I could ruin what may very well be the best relationship I have ever had and if I don't and it somehow gets to her then she'll lose trust in me and hate me more. I don't know what to do.
youllneverknow;
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Help me. Please. I'm only 15, I don't want to be the way I am. I don't want to be suicidal. I don't want to look at myself and feel ashamed. I'm in such a ridiculous amount of pain. I hate myself. So much. I cry myself to sleep listening to Waiting for the End by Linkin Park and Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin. I see the scars all over my legs and shoulders from all the times I cut. Yah maybe I've stopped cutting, but I still self harm. I force myself to stand under the hottest water I can get out of my shower and burn myself like that. My skin is ugly and unattractive because of it. I just want to die. I'm so alone, my parents hate my lifestyle choices and I have no friends. I want to die. All those words from people, all their laughter at my pain. It stays with ne 24/7. I was told from a young age that I was a skank, a slut, a whore,a worthless piece of trash. I understand now, okay?! I'm worthless and a piece of emo garbage.
I want to die.
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I have been really down and out lately. I am having trouble getting plenty of sleep. I haven't seen friends of mine in ages. I am worried I might have depression. I feel miserable yet I can't talk to my family, I won't burden my friends and I am scared to ask for a shrink. I don't have the money for a shrink. I need to let emotions out yet I am slowly losing the ability to cry, Smile truthfully, Laughter that reaches my soul. I wish I didn't have to initiate all the hugs I get from my friends. I am having major self image issues and hating myself. I wish that I have a Significant other to tell me why I am loved. I am becoming ever more paranoid that people hate me. I don't know why people still like me. I am having trouble with school for the first time in my life. I really would love someone to show up along side me. I have been closing myself off because I am scared of being a burden, stupid, un natural. And so many other things. Thanks for listening.
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I'm so lonely without you in my life! If you knew just how much it's hurting me that you have blocked me out of your life maybe you would see that I do and always have cared for you. You claim that I'm going to be a puppet for her for at least eighteen years, I say only if you allow it. I love you! Why can't you see that? I've loved you longer then I can remember, and I don't get how you can question that! If you love me, then please BONNIE let's give this thangs one last try! I'm sorry I let her bull get in the way of our happiness! I was a fool to let that keep me from loving you the way you deserve! It will never happen again, I need my BONNIE BACK!!!!!
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I'm a married woman with one daughter. Me and my husband became more like friend than husband and wife. When i'm at my workplace I like to tease staffs around. Last week I started jokingly stalk this engineer who, I was told -is single-, at my office. We started online chat. More on I keep sending him message which he occasionally reply. Last Thursday we had company party. i spent most of time talking with him. After that I was sending him home. Then we kissed. It was a drunker kiss but I love it. when we arrived at his place my driver used his mobile to call last number and ... he got a wife. Up till now he disappeared. He didn't text back and he didn't accept my call. I'm very miserable now and it's breaking my heart. I just can't let it over without at least talking to him once more. My heart is aching.
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I am struggling with the reality that I am a borderline hoarder. My mother had and continues to have hoarding tendencies. Our home when I was growing up was not one that I could invite friends over to. I sometimes have a hard time throwing things away. Luckily, in my adult life I have moved residences several times and each time I have forced myself to throw away and get rid of many things I don't need. However, I still feel that each time I bring too many items into my new home. I am in the process of moving in with my current boyfriend. I have never been treated so well by a man before and I think that I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him. I want to change so that we can have a happy and functional home together. I have hidden a lot of my hoarding tendencies from him well. But, in moving he mentioned that I should downsize my items. I felt embarrassed, but it's true. Has anyone else had to deal with hoarding? How did you overcome it?
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Ever since ive seen a womans vagina when i was a kid, ive been obsessed with sex since then. I lost my verginity when i was 12 and almost did anything to get laid, even with men and older woman. i am now 18 and with a kid and gf for a year but im starting to have these uncontrollable urges again, i dont wanna cheat on her but its getting out of hand.
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You mean everything to me. You always have. I know we'll probably never be together again, but you're still my best and only friend.
I wish you didn't ignore me so much.
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