The Confession Booth
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coyote
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The bad times won't last forever.
Just keep moving forward.
You'll find the light at the end of the tunnel.
It's always there - waiting for you.
I deeply miss someone.
I often feel unsure about the advice I give. Usually it's sound, but insecurities cause me to doubt any given advice until they're agreed with. It's pedy and pathetic, but true.
I am so obsessed with not being recognized as selfish that I count/pay attention to how many ''I's'' I use in a post. Eighteen, if you don't include the example. I counted them afterward to exaggeratedly stretch my point. Pedy and pathetic.
I make a lousy friend because I'm often not available to talk too. Mentally, as well as physically. When I feel bad, I will ignore everyone else. And when I do talk to them, I'm often more obsessed with impressing them then I am with helping them with their problems. Again, pedy and pathetic.
In many cases I actually like the pity. I deny this to everyone because I'm too darn afraid to let anyone see what a self obsessed, pedy, pig I really am. Well, now you know.
Just thought I'd confess this, as it might affect some here as well.
I am so obsessed with not being recognized as selfish that I count/pay attention to how many ''I's'' I use in a post. Eighteen, if you don't include the example. I counted them afterward to exaggeratedly stretch my point. Pedy and pathetic.
I make a lousy friend because I'm often not available to talk too. Mentally, as well as physically. When I feel bad, I will ignore everyone else. And when I do talk to them, I'm often more obsessed with impressing them then I am with helping them with their problems. Again, pedy and pathetic.
In many cases I actually like the pity. I deny this to everyone because I'm too darn afraid to let anyone see what a self obsessed, pedy, pig I really am. Well, now you know.
Just thought I'd confess this, as it might affect some here as well.
dottie
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just fyi i like reading posts laced with "i's". not that every sentence should start with an "i", that is too much, but if there are "i's" mixed in it seems more relatable, like there is a real person behind it. so... yeah, don't worry too much, some people like it.
drumev
Active member
The darkest thing I can think of is my obsession sort of thing with sex. It started when I was 10 or 11 years old and ended up until recently. 
I used to do/plan all sorts of unhealthy things (nothing bad to anyone else).It's not like it took over my life but it was definitely a part of it. My therapist says being exposed to your parents' sexual relations (which sadly was an often occurrece when I was a small child) can be a very traumatic experience which triggers exactly the same behaviour and at the same time brings fear of actual intimacy.
Please don't think I'm a creep, cause I'm not. I'm a nice, compassionate fella, pretty much harmless in social interactions.
I used to do/plan all sorts of unhealthy things (nothing bad to anyone else).It's not like it took over my life but it was definitely a part of it. My therapist says being exposed to your parents' sexual relations (which sadly was an often occurrece when I was a small child) can be a very traumatic experience which triggers exactly the same behaviour and at the same time brings fear of actual intimacy.Please don't think I'm a creep, cause I'm not.
I'm a nice, compassionate fella, pretty much harmless in social interactions. If it makes you feel any better, I've threatened to kill someone before.
I'm often led by "alternative" sexual practices, if you will. Well-acquainted with perversion, I am.
This.
Here's another one: I shouted some mean stuff at my brother when I got pissed at him. I regret it all completely; I feel so bad about it and wish I could take it back (especially since he appears to have SA).
da_illest101
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the more i live, the more i'm asking myself what do i bother. I can't seem to enjoy anything anymore
Me too........
I ate two whole pizzas last night, regretfully. ::
Perhaps I should consider a career in competitive eating.
:Perhaps I should consider a career in competitive eating.
I confess that when I was coming out of the bath yesterday, I noticed my bra was lying right beside the tub. I didn't want it to get wet as I was getting out so I chucked it in a random direction and it landed in the toilet. True story.
Me too, which leaves me afraid of myself. What really separates me from an accomplished killer and is the break from civility imminent?
