Wow where to begin. It's complicated. You know you did the right thing to leave me. I hope you're able to find happiness and most of all I hope the herpes that girl gave me wasn't passed on to you. A part of me will always love you. Most of me will always miss you. I'm sorry I couldn't be the man that you needed me to be, the same man that I needed me to be.

K...., from the moment you put your arms around me, I was safe and not uncertain. I fell in love with they feeling of my hand in yours, and I can never tell you because to you it was just a one night stand. I'm feeling you in my heart, and I don't know you, and you have no right to be there. I'm torturing myself over you, and you don't even see me.

I don't know if you meant it as a dig or not, but it hurt. You're putting a chest of drawers together and everyone's making jokes about knobs and screwing, and I suggest lube to get it in, and you suggest graphite, and I say ow, your poor fiance (see, I can joke about it now) and you say 'she doesn't need lube' (I needed lube. Almost every time I needed lube and I wondered if I was a freak and you said I wasn't and then you say that and it hurts it hurts it hurts) You probably didn't mean it as a dig. You probably have no idea that I went home and cried and felt defective. You've probably forgotten I needed lube in the first place. You've already said that year of your life, the year you spent with me, was an entirely forgettable year of your life (no offence, of course). I'm not sure which hurts more. And I can't say anything to you or our friends, so I'm saying it here. It hurt.

I don't believe in God. After reading that, how many of you automatically assume I'm evil? That I should be bound on a stake and to be burned by the eternal falmes of Hell? I never had anything against Cristianity, in fact I once believed in it. However... the whole thing seems to make my life miserable. At home I am scorned, at school I am still scorned. All the pressure, the depression, and the lonelieness seems to gnawging at my happiness. I am an athiest. An no matter how much I want to believe, how much people want to force their views on me, I can not believe in your God... So please, If you can spare some time, show me the understanding I've been craving for.

this is a site to confess your sins right..... in december of 2000 i threw a baby near the garbage...seven years later i contacted the police ....they cannot find the body.....please have safe sex protect yourselves and think before sex and before you have an abortion or decide what to do with that baby... i am now schizophrenic... i guess they did not do anything to me because i am not an american citizen

I admit that i've been lying to my parents, siblings and friends that i have a wonderful job. infact, i'm jobless and although i'm constantly trying i can;t get a job. i admit that i've been lying to many relatives and other people that we're not planning to have a baby yet thats why we dont' have one after 3 years of marriage when the truth is that we've been trying and i can't conceive. i'm sick of my rubbish life but i'm too afraid to kill myself. nothing seems to be in my control. and sometimes i take xanax just to stop thinking for a day. i admit that i had an abortion 6 years ago and i regret it badly. because that was the only time i got prego. i admit that i can't forgive some ppl no matter how many times i thought i had forgiven them. and i'm deeply upset because of their remarks and their sarcasm. and i wish they'll all burn in hell. i admit that sometimes i get jealous of my friends who have kids and job but just for a few moments. and then i get over it but it hurts so bad.

I've always been thin but as the days pass my body weight continues to fluxuate. My weight goes down more often than up. It's been eating at my core for a while now. The comments people make hurt and simply ignoring them just won't work anymore. Those comments have snaked their way into brain. I do not have a problem. I have never thrown up on purpose or purposefully deprived myself of food. Yet, my life seems to be a constant battle to prove to others that i don't have an eating disorder. I'm ok with myself so why can't everyone else be. I'm naturally thin. Fitting in to society was never a concern of mine but the more comments i hear the more i hate myself for being thin. Usually it's the other way around.

I'm going to have to leave the country soon. I know we've only spent a few days together but I know i love you. I hate this place but im gonna try to stay for you. If you knew that this is what I'm thinking, would you run away? I've never met anyone like you before and I'll do anything for you.