I'm 17 years old and back in 2018 I met a guy online who I had a semi-sexual relationship with. He was in his early 20s. Our relationship was very complicated due to a lot of other people becoming involved in our situation. I broke up with him last year and didn't talk to him for about 7 months. in recent months we got back in touch and became friends again. But just this month, a lot of shit went down and we had to part ways for good...Over these past few months, I realized I'm still in love with him...and what breaks my heart is that I'll never see him again...I still have his contacts and I could reach out to friends of his if I wanted to, but I won't. I just miss him...he was the kind of guy who was great at being a friend but wasn't fit for relationships...Whoever reads this will think I'm kinda fucked up in the head, but that's ok. I've accepted that.

I have feelings for my assaulter’s brother. I was drunk at a party (which he was aware of) and he was sober. He engaged in sexual acts with me when I had told him that I did not want to do sexual things with someone I was not in a relationship with prior to him making a move. I had no sexual experience before him. I still blame myself because I couldn’t bring myself to say no when I wanted to. Later in the year I coincidently met his older brother through some mutual friends. He happened to be interested in me but I knew that it was morally wrong to have any kind of relationship with him; other than to be friends (he has no idea about his brother). As I began to hangout with/see him more often as a group, I found myself to have developed some sort of feelings but nothing serious. Out of respect for myself and him I have absolutely no intention of acting on my feelings. However I can’t help but feel guilty for feeling this way about him after having been involved with his sibling.

I don't like the wedding dress I just bought. I just picked it because everyone else seemed to like it and my mother made it clear she did not approve of the dress I chose because it was too modest. In order to avoid another stressful day of shopping I just bought the one she liked and am calling it a day.

My mom's dying of cancer....and I'm okay with it. This woman has made my life a living hell ever since I was 8 years old. Supposedly, I've forgiven her--which is what I tell everyone else that I have done. In all actuality this woman has damaged me in irreparable ways to the point where I am barely functional as a human being. She's a borderline narcissist--the profile of abuse fits her to a T. Most of the abuse would range from emotional to mental. She'd degrade me for my self expression, make unwanted comments on my body, tell me to 'drop out' of high school, call me names, mock me for crying when it was too much, and scream about how she was -giving up on me-. Truth is, I was the one carrying her emotional baggage--remaining calm while she would act erratic and abusive. Truth is, I gave up on her. Finally I have the chance to move on and heal.

i dont know why but for some reason i feel attracted to old men, even men that are ugly for others, like fat or hairy. i dont know why, im good looking but something about giving myself to a man like that is hot Lol

I secretly am mentally unstable. I have random bouts of paranoia where I think that everyone is watching me or talking about me behind my back and my mind is filled with horrible ways I would murder the people I think are talking/staring at me like burning them alive or cutting them 1000 times very slowly. I also go through random bouts of moderate depression where I hate myself and yet at the same time I feel above others. During these times ill cut my thighs although I'm usually too weak to cause very much damage. I hate that I can't hurt myself because I'm weak. sometimes I wish that everyone I know would forget about me and I'm prone to self-pity. I have a problem with lust and frequently fantasize about forcing myself upon others or other obscene disgusting things. No one knows this about me and actually most people see me as a very good person and a goody two-shoes. I often think about trying to get away with murder or suicide. I think i might multiple personalites.

i think i have a crush on my cousin. he wasn't around for most of my life so it's hard to see him as family instead of just another guy (granted, we aren't blood related, long story). he's exactly my type and obviously i would never act on my feelings, but i have touched myself while thinking of him and if he tried to instigate something, i wouldn't mind, but i don't think i'd go along with it either. idk i would let him hit it once but i'd never have any sort of relationship spark from that.

I'm 21, I've been reading these confessions since I was 14 and depressed. I've had suicidal thoughts ever since then. I just wish I could appreciate my life (white, lower middle class UK family). My girlfriend doesn't know how frequently I wish I could kill myself. She makes me feel bad because I have privilege. I'm so tired already.