I’m a grown woman with a husband and 3 teenagers. I want to die. Living is unbearable. The only reason I don’t end it is because the devastation would be damaging and irreparable to my children. I’ve beat almost every disease there is, I wish just one would have taken me out.

When having sex, I'm at it for upwards of two hours. A session will rarely ever be under an hour, unless I get complaints of soreness or something.. That being said, after dating a woman for awhile, and after a few "romps", it became apparent to me that I was the "other man", and she was cheating on her boyfriend with me. At this point, I realized that the few girlfriends I've had in my life, simply used me for sex. This has ruined how I view relationships, and I honestly believe I'll go the rest of my days without dating again. It's already been several years, and I haven't even so much as asked another woman out for coffee. I admit, I do get lonely from time to time, but the fear I have of being used and tossed aside yet again keeps me single, and keeps me from even attempting anything at all romantically.

I tried -Nads for Men- as an alternative to shaving -down there-. I never got such a smooth shave!

i have come to this site to just confess anonymously in some way for forgiveness. i made this account on twitter that was really just a bait to fool people as just a joke and i feel i've ruined a lot of just naive peoples day. i feel absolutely horrible about this. i wish for forgiveness for i feel that this is just a wretched thing i have done, i wish for the forgiveness of god, have a great day readers for i believe that you deserve it. love you all

i forgot how to do long division and multiplaction and im in the 9th grade. this whole pandemic made me rely on calculators.

I met the love of my life, my wife. She is amazing. However her mother is a repulsive villainous person, who has given her so many complexes, abandonment issues, constantly gives her back handed compliments. Her mother is a covert narcissist who has a favorite son. She is a high key misogynist. When I met her she played this victim story about the abandoned wife, then all my sisters and bros in laws told me how she was a party girl who made 8 year olds drive to get booze. She tried to play with my feeling, except i have 0 sympathy for her. I see her as a duty, i want her to be alive because I know the love of my life loves her. But I find her lack of accountability and guilt repulsive. Everything about her.

i just found out that my new life insurance pays out for suicide so i suppose maybe there isn’t a reason to stay as much as a bonus for going they’ll be happier and i won’t hurt

I've been infatuated with this guy for around 3 years. I think he's just toying around with me, that he thinks it's funny that someone can -love- him, can feel this way for him, for so long. Like he thinks it's amusing that he can make me react the way I do. I know I use my feelings for him as a distraction from the larger problems in my life, from my mental strife, but it's come to a point where it has become one of the recurring thoughts that plague my mind. I want to die with these feelings, it's like a burrowing hole is clawing its way through my body. I like him but there's no substance, no enjoyment out of it. My soul, my essence cannot stand these feelings, I shake whenever I know he's there. I know there's something wrong with me. The meds that are supposed to work aren't working and I'm scared. What if I'm just a lazy, piece of trash who clings onto any semblance of normalcy? What if I'm not depressed or my anxiety disorder isn't real? What if I'm inherently a failure? idk