I sent someone a picture of myself naked over the internet. I think it was indecent of me. I pray that I can forgive myself -- I pray that God can forgive me.

i've found this perfect guy but it seems that there's something is holding me back from loving him. he asked me do i love him but i don't know the answer. either yes or no. i can love him but i don't know.

Mine isnt really a confession, more of a let off steam. I think ive got mental problems because im just not happy. ive got a nice family and im at uni and well off, but i feel lonely. i live with mates but im really close to no one, i feel like they dont really find me important in their lives. im sick of being walked all over by men(BOYS) who make me feel humiliated all the time or abuse my trust. i feel unimportant and worthless. i feel like im always letting people down, and i also feel like people let me down because im not important enough. im constantly on the sidelines but thenwhen i do speak out people look at me in a way that makes me feel like an idiot so i cant win! i dread having to get a job after i graduate, and a house, and im just dreading the future. i dont feel safe in my own home and used to have problems with panic attacks. To top this off i feel guilty about feeling sorry for myself because in theory i have it all good - money,family,etc...Im not happy.

Im in love with two different guys my best friend and this guy Ive known forever neither like me in that way though and my mom has expressed several times that she hates me and I often wonder If ill ever find someone who loves me @ all......

My friend and I are not getting along so well lately. A few days before Christmas, I gave him a present. In a scurry, he gave me a present during the exchange also. However, it was not wrapped. It was new and it was something I needed but I do not think it was for me. I don't intend on saying anything and I will use it. I just feel funny about this whole thing. I was not prepared to recieve a gift and I think my friend was not prepared to give a gift. I could be just paranoid but I have always trusted my feelings...wrong or right. I know there are rules for recieving gifts but how about giving gifts.

one night i woke up in my backyard. it was around 3 am, and i had no idea how i got there, but i have had problems with sleepwalking in the past, so i just wrote it off as a relapse-type thing. then, later on that week, my side started itching really badly. i scratched it, and noticed a bump. i looked in the mirror, and sure enough, there was an oblong-shaped bump there- but no redness or anything. i didn't really know what to do about it, so i just left it alone. then, tonight i watched a special on aliens. i learned that when they abduct people, they place probes in their bodies. after the program, i got a needle and poked the oblong shaped bump in my side. after some digging, i finally pulled out a small metal object- shaped like a fuse. as crazy as it sounds- i think i was abducted a few weeks ago. i didn't know who to tell... because who's going to believe a person who says they've been abducted?

im afraid theres no one out there for me! so i just dont try

Mom, I know parents set high standards for their children but the standards you set are ridiculous. Theres a difference between working a child to their full potential and abusing her so she is FORCED to manipulate herself into being perfect. Ive realized I cant achieve perfection, and because of this, youll never see me worthy of being your daughter. But dont you see how this brings me such pain that words cant describe and only my heart can feel. I know Im not perfect but this DOESNT make me a bad person. Just once I want you to congratulate me for getting an 89 on a hard test, instead of asking me where the other 11 points went. Frankly 89 is a damn good grade and it describes me. 89, close to the equivalence of an acceptable grade or an A. Im almost at where you want me to be, but I’m not quite there yet because, like everbody, I do have my flaws. I will always be an 89 type of person my whole life, being second best, and being ok with that. Love me or hate me, this is me.