I wish I could just disappear. I hate being here. I really do try to think positive...but, this place scares me...and I"m not sure if I can make it. I'm just a weak coward...and I'm desperately seeking a way to get out of here.

I once dropped the turkey on thanksgiving and all the stuffing fell out. No one was in the kitchen so I stuffed all the stuffing back in and set the turkey on a different platter after picking off some of the dirt that had gotten stuck to it from the floor. I didn't eat any turkey that thanksgiving, but everyone raved about it and asked for the stuffing recipe. I felt so guilty.

i laughed at this story my roommate told me and i feel kind of bad. it was a really funny story though. maybe the funniest story i've ever heard. ok, this is the story: my roommate, let's call her sally, used to play volleyball in highschool. at one of the games the coach for the other team was this really big lady, like 250 to 300 lbs. her team was doing really well and when they scored another point she jumped up to cheer for her team. but she was sitting in one of those plastic lawn chairs with the arm rests and the chair was stuck to her ass. she fell forward and had to roll over to get the chair unstuck. sally had to bite her lip trying not to laugh. i'm glad i wasn't there because if i was i would have laughed my ass off and felt reeeally bad.

o.k...so this is my first time but i've read other peoples e-admits and it motivated me to do the same. i have a secret addiction to smoking that no one knows of a secret addiction to drinking and i mean drinking till i passout..which has led me to do things that i dont remember(such as writting things to people over msn, and covering up for it) i cut my wrists and make up an excuse to n e one who notices it(like i was attacked by a dog..whichmakes no sense at all but people dont ask questions)..it started while i was drunk. i also cringed at the fact of slitting ur wrists but that night when i was drunk i wondered how people could do it and i challenged myself to see if i could and how it felt...well it feels great and now i do it everytime i drink...which is always. i have also progressed to doing it while im sober and now i find myself doing it for silly things,if someone calls me a name, and their joking, i take it seriously and think..ill go home and cut myself & i'll feel better.

He spent all night flirting with my friend, i could tell he wanted her more. They all do, but i thought he was different .That bastard broke my heart .Thats why I said he raped me even though i consented. I didn't even feel bad about it. But he gets out soon, he only served 4 years and i'm scared he's going to come looking for me.

I recently went through a divorce. While going through the divorce i had a girlfriend and my x wife had a boyfriend. After the divorce was over, stress of our relationship went away and my x-wife and I began having sex again while both of us were in other relationships. I ended up breaking up with my girlfriend and was happy enough having 'relations' with my x-wife. My x girlfriend, after the wife, contacted me recently and told me she's pregnant with my child. i now have another girlfriend, am still messing around with my wife, and haven't told either my current gf or my x wife i have another girl pregnant. whew, i kind of feel like a man-whore.

I feel loneliest when I meet a great girl and she's all I can think of. I am so impatient.

since my girl friend had me do a threesome with another guy ,and I sucked his c.ck. I now admit I love sucking c.cks and even dressing in panties and bras I guess I am a real sissy c.ck sucker ,but do you think I am gay, my girl friend is now using a strapon to do me and says I am a sissy queer, is she right?