My brother would dry hump me when I was 8 and I didn't know what it was and I haven't told no one yet. I was molested by his friend at a sleepover and no one knows. Its 8/8/21

I am slightly overweight and have severe depression. I know women like men who are confident and in shape. My weight feeds my depression and my depression makes me want to eat more. Why can't I get out of this cycle?

let me start by saying people have it worse than me. I have 2 amazing kids with my girlfriend of 12 years. We have been split for 8 months now. Right before she moved out we found out she was pregnant. That didn’t change her leaving. The baby is almost here. Sad part of all of this is that she is still in love with me and me not her. I have been depressed for many years and a very inconsistent father and now my kids have paid the price. Also to add onto all this I slept with my boss at work who is married to my little brothers friend and am falling in love with her throughout the time I’ve been seeing her. She has feelings for me also but if she really knew me she would run far away. She is way outta my league. I just want to be better but cannot change. It’s like I’m me for everyone else except me. I don’t show people who I truly am. I cannot kill myself cause I don’t want my kids to deal with that. Also i invested in a crypto that “could” net me millions in 15 days time. Fuck this

I'm not as happy as I used to be, and I knew this but I didn't realize the extent of It until today when I got that thing google photos does to put together a slideshow of pictures for u, anyway I saw that and it went from like 2019 to now and I really saw how I used to be so fucking happy and now I really am not at all, it's really like I'm not living life but instead floating through it, I can't feel anything, I'm pretty much waiting for the day to end. That's it. I don't know what to do anymore with anything.

I want to be tied down naked to a bed and tickled (by a woman) until I beg for mercy.

I cut myself and I don’t know how to tell anyone or ask for help, one day I know that I’ll kill myself if I don’t get help. I fear that I will be too afraid to share my secret that it’ll be too late for me. Part of me doesn’t want to tell anyone about my self harm because I love it too much, it makes me feel sane, and I like seeing myself hurt. I love the scars.

I am a lesbian and I had sex with my aunt

I'm supposed to start the second year of university this fall, and like my Professor, who is only 4 years older than me. My friend and our classmates think that he might like me, since he's not as harsh on me as he is on everyone else, although I think that it's because I do my classwork, pay attention, and ask him straight away to explain something I don't understand, while the others wait until it's time for the test or exam and then they start freaking out. My guy friend and classmates asked him one to go out for cheeseburgers, but he forgot to tell him that it won't only be the two of them, so he refused. After he found out that I would have been there, too, he said that we could all go when the next semester starts. I found out that he'll be my Prof on and off until I'm done with my studies. He's at the same time a student and a Prof, since he's getting his PhD. I'd like to pursue something with him, but there's a million variables to consider. I could jeopardize my studies