When I was 14, I had a boyfriend who was 15. He was the first boy I had ever REALLY kissed. Well, right before my 15th birthday, he had talked me into having sex. He had been pressuring me for a while, and I was scared, but I loved him. So, I let him. We did it a couple more times, on one occasion, I asked him to stop because it hurt so badly. He said just a little bit longer, I was sad and upset, but very much in love and let him continue. Well, the condom broke, and we soon found ourselves very scared at the idea of me being pregnant. I was upset, he was upset. From then on, he went on saying that he raped me, I told him he didn't. After a long time of hearing things like that, you can start to believe it. I even convinced myself that he had raped me and I was a victim. I know he hated himself because of it, and I ended up telling some people. My family still thinks he raped me, but he really didn't. I wish I could talk to him and tell him that he didn't really do it, and I'm sorry.

somedays I wish I was like Leo decap. in the movie where he is a different person all the time, I am sick of being in pain 24/7...sick of Dr.s...and want the man who hit me and is trying to file bankrupt to suffer, I want him to litterally be my slave, I want to bitch slap him...and I want his life ruined

so i had a dream about my ex girlfriend last nite and it felt so real and hurt so much, i hope is true but i hope its not aswell

I'm a trichotillomaniac. Google if you don't know what that is. Basically it's a sort of compulsion to pull out your hair. I get it mostly for my eyebrows, though it used to be my eyelashes, too. I've controlled it really well for years, and tonight I was working on coursework and gave in and pulled loads of my eyebrows out and it looks patchy and stupid. It sounds like such a stupid little thing, but it's really hard not to do. It's hard to explain why, but it just feels so good, and my fingers just itch to do it. It was a real problem when I was about 7 'til I was about 11/12 ish, and I got more control over it since then, but the urge is still there.

last night our work had a party & we all got drunk.Not too pissed though. I ended up sleeping at a co-workers flat. he invited me. His girlfriend was out of town. We had the best time ever. I've had a crush on him like forever.Cant believe how many times he went down on me. Only got to bed at 6 this morning & feel like shit at work.

I've know this lady at work for about a year now.Always had a thing for her and finally my patience was rewarded with a afternoon of incredible sex..Now,the confession part,I live with a woman that loves mr very much and I do love her.But I have this bad person inside of me that refuses to go away.I think about this woman all the time now and I want to touch her every chance I get.Very worried that I'm going to fall in love with her.

I had known this guy since the age of 5 and by the age of 12 soon realised he was my first love! I would run and hide from just the sight of him which had obviously made his best friend and my cousin make us the butt of his jokes for the following 6yrs. Till one day I saw my cousins mobile and looked for this guys number and kept it. It stayed in my diary for 2 years and I then decided I was low and wanted to know whether the old saying was right...Personality can win over looks!! So i text him a) pretending to be someone else and 2) However still being the same old me! Well weeks flew by & he soon in his words fell for me...My dreams had come true...but the glitch being he already knew me and to him I was this voice!Although I didn't have to wait to long before the bubble burst and I received a private No and I just knew it was him and before being able to say anything he hung up...Now 5 yrs later Ive avoided him but now we seem to narrowly cross paths and Im so scared how he feels

My father is in the Military, so we move a lot. We just moved back to California. I hate it here. I got put it a weird school but it's getting better. I know a lot of people here now. My mom wants me to move to a different school, but I don't want to start over. I can't stay but I don't want to leave. I have a history of violent outbursts, I'm afraid I'm going to crack and hurt someone, or possibly even myself. I don't want therapy because I've gone through that before. I just don't know what to do.