Confession #51:3 years ago a girl I was dating slept with my best friend and hid it from me before we started dating. She also cheated on me at least once, yet I can not stop thinking about her.
Confession #52:I have a Florida concealed weapon permit. And I was recently clinically diagnosed with depression and bipolar disorder. So I often wake up, take prescription psychiatric drugs, strap on a loaded firearm, and go about my daily business.
Confession #53:I went through a major stealing phase while in high school. Once I shoplifted over $200 worth of magazines, candy and other stuff from a Circle K store near my school. I know it was more than $200 because I had stolen a Texas Instruments graphing calculator from the math teacher earlier in the day, and added it all up. In the same week, I broke into a locker (if you can call it that - all I did was lift the latch and it opened). I got a Canon underwater camera out of it.
I haven't stolen anything now in more than 15 years.
Confession #54:The fact that I somehow am unable to sleep around contributes to my low self-esteem.
Confession #55:Sometimes I wish I had been born a girl.
Confession #56:I've actually killed two people.
Confession #57:I've been completely smitten with someone for a long time who doesn't feel the same, but is too polite to tell me to fuck off. I can't shake it and it's agonizing.
Confession #58:When I was in high school, I used to use art class as a way to cut myself. We used to do work with x-acto knives, and instead of doing classwork I would hack up my arms and hands. When it got too visible, I would put a band-aid over it. Unfortunately, my folks had good eyes, and at the dinner table one night my mom tore off the band-aid and berated me about the artistic wounds I had made.
We've never really spoken about it since then.
Since then, there was a time where through the drive through at the burger king and the girl at the window had scars all over her arms. I totally made fun of her to my friends, but at the same time I wondered what she was going through at the time.
Sometimes I wonder about her.
Confession #59:I'm still nervous to send in my confession.
Confession #60:I am a 21 year old virgin, even though I shouldn't be. The girls at work are always flirting and hitting on me. And I'm talking about the really good looking girls too. Top shelf girls that I wouldn't know what to do with. So I guess I'm not ugly. In fact, occasionally I hear them talk about me when they think I'm not listening. So i KNOW I'm somewhat good looking. Jesus I even work out. But too be honest, even though I have over 5 gigs of porn (straight/lez), I don't think I could ever actually do the nasty. I don't know, it just seems beyond me. I don't quite get the point...ahh fuck it, masturbation FTW.
Confession #61:I masturbate more often than I have sex with my wife. It's not because she won't put out. I'm either addicted to fapping, or porn, or both.
Confession #62:All I wanna do is fuck my best friends girl. Even though they broke up and I liked her since way before him anyways. I've known her for like eight years. Last weekend some shit almost happened when we got drunk and high and I was taking her home. I can tell the only thing keeping her from fucking me is him. And I just hate him for being such a likable bastard, everyone he meets loves this guy. But I love him, been hanging out for years etc.., it's just whenever there's girls involved as well he wins.
Confession #63:In public life I've got a pretty big personality. I think it's a defense mechanism. However, at the end of the day I just want someone to make me feel safe and protected. I also often would prefer if the other person took the lead in the bedroom, even if that's not what you might expect.
Confession #64:I met this hot girl at a party. We went back to her apartment and shagged until passing out from exhaustion and drunkenness. I woke up a few hours later seriously hungry. She was sound asleep. So I poked around her kitchen and eventually cooked up a big pot of spaghetti and tomato sauce.
But I only ate a little. I couldn't help myself: I launched the contents of that pot onto the bed, drenching the sheets, the pillows, her, and everything else in a splattered sea of sauce and pasta. I then booked it out of there. I have no idea what she must have thought when she woke up the next morning.
/ended up eating a Big Mac on the way home.
Confession #65:A few years ago I started a small brush fire in the woods that caused 3 houses to burn to the ground. Then, about a year ago a gothic chick I was dating wanted to go see the charred remains. She didn't know I was the reason they where burnt but she said they were 'haunted' by the families that lived there or some lame shit like that (which is BS cause I checked and the families made it out alive, stupid gothic bitch). Well I was kind of curious to see them anyway so we made a little road trip. By the time we got there it was getting dark and spooky and whatnot. We ended up throwing a couple logs in the remains of the fire place, throwing down a blanket in front of the fire, and exchanging bodily fluids on top of the blanket.
Confession #66:It was the first day of winter break my second year of college, everyone else had already left. I practically had the whole dorm to myself. I souped up royally and was totally zonkered. And at about 11:30pm I went out to get something to eat.
I was pretty bummed out that evening, the quarter hadn't gone that well. I would be back the next semester. But if I didn't turn things around, I would be out.
Well, as I was walking back, there was this car that I noticed had driven past me a couple of times. When I turned down the street to go to the dorm, the car turned down and came up along side of me, stopped and rolled down the window. I was to stoned to get nervous about it. He asked for directions to some place, and then started some small talk, asking what I was doing for the evening. Then I figured it out. He was looking for some dick.
Well, I was depressed and bored and stoned out of my gourd, so I told him I was going back to my dorm room and asked if he wanted to come up (I figured what the hey, it was my last night there and I wasn't coming back to the dorm next quarter if I came back to school at all). I had never been with a guy before, but I decided to give it a go.
So he drives on up to the dorm parking lot (the only car there) and I walk on up. He gets out of the car and he is HUGE, I mean a real slab of flab.
But whatever at this point.
We get to the room and talk a few minutes. Then he puts his hand on my leg and things progress. I get a so-so blow job. And I figured I would reciprocate. So he gets undressed, and he hasn't got a dick. Theres some stubble there where one should be or used to be. It was so incredibly weird. I mean, what happened. Had he been in some sort of accident. Had someone carved him up. Had he done it himself in some sort of self loathing ritual. Well, it freaked me out. And then he really started getting freaky. Saying he loved me so much and wanted to marry me and shit. I was about to hurl from the sight of his abnormality and no he was getting psycho too. And well I can't describe all the detail of how weird and bazaar he started getting. So I went crazy and told him to get the fuck out.
He did.
I could see his car out of my window and watched him leave the building and get in his car.
And then he just sat there. After about 40 minutes he got out and walked most of the way to the building and then went back to the car.
And sat there.
After a while he got out and came all the up to the room and was pounding on the door and saying how he loved me and wanted to go off with me. I said I would call the police if he didn't leave. So he went back to the car.
But he just sat there.
At times he would get out of the car and wander around. Or just stand there and look up at the room.
I had to leave the next morning and go home, and I didn't want that freak following me. So I went down to tell him to get lost.
He was sitting in the car, he opened the door and said "I knew you would come to me dear" I told him he was a freak and if he didn't leave right now I was calling the cops.
Then he got this dark, scary look and called me a god damned son-of-a-bitch and grabbed me and pulled me to him.
Damn he was strong for 450lb monstrosity.
I had a double edged, black bladed commando knife made with Sheffield steel. I pulled it out and shoved it in his gut. God he was fat. It was an 8 inch blade but he was screaming like a banshee. So I pushed harder, aiming toward his heart, and I guess it finally cut his diaphragm because he quit screaming and had a confused look on his face and finally let go of me.
When I let go of the handle his fat just swallowed up the whole knife.
Good lord.
Well, I went back to the dorm and showered on another floor, and went to my room packed up and went home.
Of course, the knife was left inside of him for evidence fingerprints and all. And it was a pretty distinctive blade.
So it wasn't long before the cops came for me.
Turned out he had a history of sexual assaults and even some pedo shit. So the DA, Judge and jury really treated like I had done the world a favor. So I got 7 years probation and mandatory psych visits.
No one who knows me now knows this part of my history.
Confession #67:I know somebody on Fazed who is well liked by everybody, has been around forever, and is not who they say they are.
Confession #68:There are four or five fazettes that I want to fuck out the brains out of. I want to ravish them. Just thinking about them gives me total bonerfication.
Confession #69:My wife and I were having problems and so was an old friend and his wife. He has become quite the dick over the past year. His wife and I are really good friends. I helped her through some rough times and she helped me. We had been drinking one night and she kissed me. I have never brought it up to anyone, but I think about it all of the time and part of me wants to be with her.
Confession #70:Sometimes, I think about hiking to the top of a small mountain overlooking downtown and picking off a total stranger on the street with a hunting rifle. Virtually untraceable.
Confession #71:I am having an affair with a married man. Even though he has two small children I really don't give a shit. I'm using him for sex and sex alone. Sometimes I have sex with him and then go to my boyfriends house and have sex with him within the hour. I make him go down on me to punish him. I do use protection with both of them.
Confession #72:The only reason I married my current wife is because she lets me slap her during sex. Honestly if she wouldn't let me be so rough with her, I would probably divorce her and let her have the kids.
Confession #73:At work, I make every effort to glance down the blouses of my co-workers when they bend over. Some of my co-workers are only 16 years old.
Confession #74:New years 2004 my gf got so drunk I had to carry her up the stairs home. I laid her in bed and thought she looked pretty good. I grabbed some vaseline and had my way with her ass. She was totally passed out, though made some faint grunts and moans but otherwise never woke up. I felt bad even during the act and to this day have never confessed this to anyone. I didn't spend a lot of time doing this so the next day when she asked about it, I lied and told her she ass planted on a table corner at the party. Is this totally evil? I'm still with her.
Confession #75:When I was a child, my sister and I were molested by our neighbors. She was three years old. I was 5. This was back when molestation cases were usually handled lightly, as youngsters could not be counted on as reliable witnesses. The judge simply asked the neighbor family to move.
Within two years, my sister, my brother and I played "doctor" every night of the week. There was no penetration, but the sex games continued for probably a year or so.
I still wonder if they think about it. If it fucked them up somehow. If I contributed to my brother's womanizing, or my sister's fear of sex. I was the oldest. I was the leader.
I've talked about it briefly with my brother. I apologized.
I've never had the guts to bring it up to my sister.
Confession #76:I once let my dog stick is peenor in my butt.
I also showed my dick to my sister when I was about 13.
Confession #77:I'm a perfectly healthy, attractive and intelligent person. I'm successful. I've got a great life.
Sometimes, when I am falling asleep it helps me to calm down to imagine a shotgun to the base of my head. It helps me fall asleep imagining killing myself.
During the day, whenever I mess up at work or make a mild social etiquette mistake, I think about killing myself, too.
In fact, I consider it a lot.
I don't tell anyone about it.
Confession #78:I am 21 years old. Male.
I live at home and commute daily to a local community college, and work on weekends. I have few friends. I am quiet and deeply introspective. My parents are responsible for my sister's children; she was unwilling to care for them. My parents are growing old and more than ever I have become the childrens' primary caregiver. I help them with their homework, take care of their meals, and do what I can to ease the burdens both they and my parents carry.
I am very tired now and desperately want to leave home. I feel selfish and guilty when I think about leaving. I briefly lived in an apartment with a roommate earlier this year but left due to my anxiety concerning my family. I want to be around other people and have normal relationships but find that I am unable to maintain even the most rudimentary relationships. I flake out.
Recently I've taken to sleepwalking, especially on nights when I have had too much to drink. I find myself waking up to very strange and often frightening situations. Once, I woke up sitting in my car. I do not remember how I got there. I've tried to find help but cannot afford the costs.
I am losing all hope.
I am losing all hope.
Confession #79:I've been with my girlfriend for a while now. Every time I visit her, I always eyeball her little sister, who is immensely hotter. She's 16.
I would hit it in an instant, without any regret.
Confession #80:I caused one of my favorite fazers to leave from fazed.
Confession #81:I've loved her since she first told me that true love didn't exist.
Confession #82:I tell everyone I have a small penis. It's actually not.
Confession #83:I think I am in love with the person I'm dating and I don't know how to tell them.
Confession #84:I'm in love with a girl. We have the strangest of all relationships. We talk as if we are in a romantic relationship, but behave physically as though we are not, or more often, as strangers. In most cases when presented with this, I drop the bitch faster than Jake The Snake would drop Steve Austin, but I think this girl is the one.
I'm constantly troubled by the idea, because prior to her I thought the whole "the one" thing was bullshit. I think maybe I'm developing mild dementia. I've never had a problem with women in the past, and maybe that's why she's the one; maybe I'm obsessed with defeat?
Confession #85:I jerk off in every bathroom of every job I've ever had at least a few times. yesterday I took my work laptop into the bathroom, signed into the building wireless connection and rubbed one out to a Teagan Pressley video found with a simple yahoo search. Then I wiped a messy load up off the floor.
Confession #86:When I was really young I was sexually assaulted by my neighbor who was just slightly older then me. The fucked up thing is I have memories of me doing this to a friend of the family, though I was really young (around 10) and can't remember exactly. I don't even know if she remembers, last time I saw her I was about 10 years ago.
Confession #87:Some of these confessions are laaaaaame. Some fucking "I beat off twice a day" or "I'm getting good at driving drunk". This is shit I mastered in my youth, what the hell, wheres all the other good ones with death other shocks?
And yes this does count as a confession, because I'm disgusting for wanting to hear more gruesome shit.
Confession #88:I'm bi-curious. I've never had sex with another man (the thought of kissing a man doesn't do anything for me) but I would probably try it given the right guy and the right circumstance. My wife doesn't know this and I'm not sure how she would react if she did, even though I know she's bi (from experience).
Confession #89:I laid there in bed and listened to the doctor performing CPR on my father. As I heard my father pass his last breath (the death rattle, I believe it is called) I remember wishing that it was my sister and not my father, who just got pronounced dead.
Confession #90:I've slept with more prostitutes than I can remember.
Confession #91:In the last six months, I have spent over $45,000 in hookers, drugs and booze.
Confession #92:I cheated on my wife years back. I still see 'her' on occasion due to her working at a place I frequent (not trying to run into her or anything.) She's under the impression that my wife knew about everything but she doesn't. We've exchanged basic, harmless hullos and other pleasantries in the years since and moved on with our lives (she's remarried) but the other day, she walks past me, stops and just blurts out that she dreamt about one of our encounters then just looked at me 'that way'. I'm worried that she might want to start something or otherwise has some plans that would cause things to resurface.
Confession #93:I was involved in a major ATF investigation into a large(non-deadly) fire.
I know it wasn't my fault, but I still have pangs of guilt about the fire.
Confession #94:I hate my best friend's girlfriend. I dislike almost everything about her. She asks me to do things for her, and I do them because I'm nebbish and a doormat. I'm too old for this shit.
Confession #95:Sometimes I go out of my way to avoid her because it just reminds me that I don't have a chance.
Confession #96:I play a lot of sport and I refuse to shower in front of any of my friends because I have the smallest penis I have ever seen, some of the guys I play sports with are really overweight and I've seen theirs and mine is still way way smaller. No thickness at all. I am scared in case anyone finds out. Its ok when im hard but still smaller than average but I've slept with a good amount of women and never made any complaints, but I dont know what I'd do if anyone ever saw it on the slack. After death that's my biggest fear, and I also worry if when I'm dead peeple in the hospital or wherever see it and they laugh as well.
Confession #97:When I was in junior high, I frequently dressed up in my mother's bra and panties when I was home alone. I stuffed the bra with socks or water balloons. I did the mangina. I'm totally straight (as far as I'm concerned). I did it because I wanted to know what a woman felt like -- not to know what it felt like to be a woman. I was never caught... to my knowledge. Now that I'm married, I look back on it and try to remember if I thought it felt good... because my wife sure feels a lot better :)
Confession #98:I broke up with a girl in high school when I found out that she had been raped. It's not that I was grossed out or thought less of her. It was that every girlfriend of mine and every date I'd landed up to that point (and for years afterward) had been horribly screwed up. I didn't want to go through another relationship foraging through the rubble of someone else's life just so I could prove to myself and to everyone else that I was a good person, that I was as loving as I always hoped I was. That's what I thought, and still think, for the most part. But it didn't do me any good. I went on to find another girl who had also been raped. And I did it again and again afterward. I think I'm every bit as draining and destructive. I don't think I ever loved any of them.
Confession #99:I get jealous when attention is paid to other people but I do my best to repress it. I'm worried that I'll turn into an attention whore.
Confession #100:I first attended college when I was 15 years old. I was studying Physics and I got a job in the lab working on high powered lasers, it was actually pretty fun and I learned a lot. I then later found out that the program I was working for was being funded by the government, so I filled up the Department Chair's house full of popcorn and quit working in the lab. To this day the Department Chair doesn’t know it was me.
