Confession #312:When I was younger (young teen age) my dog had puppies. I loved them and thought they were cute like everyone else, but when they got a bit older and more rambunctious I started taking my aggression out on them once in a while. Maybe one would bite my feet one too many times or pee on the carpet and I'd have to clean it up once again. So I'd punish them by smacking them on the nose or somewhere else. That might seem normal but I would do it much harder than was necessary and way too much. The memories are vague but I seem to recall holding one (possibly on more than one occasion) upside down and shaking it, trying to make it think I was going to drop it on its head, my jaw clenched in anger.
I don't know why I was like that. I've never been a mean person. I've never even been in a fight. Maybe, like I said, it was just my way of getting my aggression out or maybe I was just a jerk. Either way I feel like a total asshole for acting that way. I love dogs, more than most people do I think. Puppies are even less deserving of such treatment. It's not the worst thing I've ever done, but it still pisses me off to think that I did that.
Confession #2363:When I was in kindergarten, I painted a picture of a heart for valentine's day for my mom. I thought it was so pretty, I worked very hard on it. When I got off the bus on the way home, the wind whipped it out of my hand and into the snow in front of the bus. I had been taught never to run out in front of the bus, that you should hold your hand up to tell the driver to stop. She thought I was waving. The painting blew far down the street, getting wet and muddy in the snow, before the bus driver figured out what was happening, and my mom came out and got it. My painting was ruined, and I was so upset about it I couldn't even look at it.
My confession is that I'm still upset about this.
Confession #1921:I loved a girl, but she had a boyfriend, for a long time. So I waited, I mistaken became very close friends with her. I date other girls, but nothing serious until two years later, she finally breaks it off with him (he was a major jerk). I may have urged her to do it "For her own good." I really just wanted her. Then, much to my chagrin, she starts dating one of my best friends after getting rejected by my other best friend, whom she had a major crush on apparently but he didn't want her (Plus I talked to him about it).
So she's dating one of my best friends, who she's only a little interested in, and I'm dying inside. Eventually I man up and talk to my friend and he agrees to break it off with her, because he wanted to get back together with one of his exes, again. (coincidentally I also dated her, small town does that to you.)
So then, I ask her out, and she turns me down, because she doesn'td the first argument gets going, but we resolve it. want to date any more of her "friends" because "it just doesn't work." I tried to explain everything I had been through for this one, but she didn't listen. I wait, she dates an older guy who just wanted sex. I smash many things. Eventually she breaks up with him because he moves too far away. I ask her out again. She relents and I'm happy.
On our first date, she brings her older friend who was visiting. I should have ended it right there. I flip out, but she apologizes saying "I didn't think you'd mind!" I was in awe of that statement but I really cared for her so I sucked it up. We continue to go out for a while, but she treats me terribly and then I realize that she only agreed to date me to break my heart so I'd leave her alone and we could go back to being "friends." I break up with her.
Two months later, she starts dating the sleaziest guy in school but sees nothing wrong with it. "He's a great guy!." I relapse and send the most carefully and lovingly crafted letter I have ever, or will ever write. I poured out my soul. She ripped it up in my face and then has sex with the guy and tells her friend all about it, knowing full well I'm sitting right next to them. I give up, and turned the love into a burning hatred that lasted until I moved away from her. I also cursed her out on more than one occasion. She dated a variety of other guys since then and I stopped caring.
Now, a year and a half later, more than 400 miles away from her, I'm just realizing that I still love her.
I'm fucking retarded.
Confession #1874:I was in a very juvenile fight with a girl I knew back in high school. I tried to leave it be, but she kept bringing it up and insisting that is was more of a problem than I thought it had been. So I upped my end to make it as bad as she seemed to believe. [Note1: She had recently had a miscarriage for what would have been her first child.] I had arranged for a long list of items to be delivered to her home. 1) Several boxes of kits from the Human Rights Campaign on how to face friends and family to let them know that you are homosexual. 2) Several bottles of anal lube. 3) Several latex-free [Note2: She's allergic to latex] condoms. 4) A copy of the book of Mormon and a 45 minute lecture on converting to the church of latter day saints. 5) A copy of the Victoria's Secret Catalog. I'm certain that there was more things I had set up to be sent to her, but at time of writing, I can't remember. All of these items are in her name and being sent to her grandparent's address. It could've gone over much worse than what it did, but she really didn't piss me off enough for me to put in the extra effort to get the things that would've really scarred her.
Confession #2326:I constantly want sex from my boyfriend, and even masturbate everyday. i think i have a sex addiction :( not so much fun when you really think about it.
