I don't know which of the kids ended up with it on their plate, but it's probably the youngest. He had four servings and said it was the best he'd ever had. Maybe I should leave body parts in the food more often.

I met a girl 2 and half years ago at a bar when i was 29. She was 25 and doing her master’s. I asked for her number and we met a few more times after that. After 2 months, i told her that i liked her and she told me she was struggling financially to pay her rent and bills and was looking for someone who could support her financially, like sugar dating.
I wasn’t looking for anything like that, but by then i had started liking her so i agreed to help her. For the next 2 years, i paid her rent, bills,food, shopping, and even holidays, it wasn’t a big deal to me. At that time, i never really thought of it as a sugar dating, i was just helping someone i liked.
5 months ago we ended things because she got busy with her career and moved to another country. I wanted to continue and was willing to cover the expenses if she could travel to see me, but because of the nature of her work, she couldn’t travel much anymore and didn'thave much free time.
Now looking back, i realize i unknowingly ended up in a sugar dating for two years.

25F

A guy on Reddit started paying me to humiliate him. At first it felt like a weird but consensual arrangement. He sent money, I told him degrading things and made him do embarrassing stuff.

But the longer it went on, the more I realized he’s not okay. He gets really attached, says things that make it obvious this is the only human contact he has, and sometimes begs me not to leave even after the session ends. I can tell it’s messing with his head.

I still do it. I still take the money. I’ve even started being harsher because he pays more when I am. I know I’m taking advantage of someone who’s lonely and probably not in a good place, and I keep doing it anyway because I need the cash.

I feel disgusting about it, but not enough to stop.

I told them I am just a bit beh8nd but that it's manageable, I am restarting from first year maybe with a better mental because I rather gouge my eyes out than go back into the job market without a degree, been there done that and like 99% of prospects are hot garbage.

Of course I feel like absolute dogshit about it and I am basically waiting to either them finding out or me ending it before they do. Pretty shit as a prospect as well but honestly I don't really care that much anymore about myself. I am thinking about death every day and I think I will keep it that way, my parents are the kind of people that would be fine initially if I told them then resent me and use it against me forever as they have already done.

Apart for this I hate my fucking life anyways so I am starting to make my peace with either option, preferring the one where I die because the idea of having to fix my life really does not feel good, I would basically just keep on living for others and I rather just die, I genuinely don't care if it's considered as selfish because I am tired of suffering and I don't believe at the "it gets better" because even if it does it will still be shit, I don't want to not die to experience mid shit.

Also the rest of my life is nothing I am particularly happy about, mid friendships, no relationship, feeling lonely everyday even if I hang out often. I have lost hope and passion

I am almost relaxed and calmer at the idea of dying

award for parents of the year go to mine who didn’t notice or probably just didn’t care that i was gone and stayed at my boyfriends for 6 nights. they’re too consumed in themselves and their degenerate shit to care. i should’ve stayed away. i wonder how much time it would take for them to care. i wish i could make them angry enough

I have been wanting to share this story for a long time as it happened in the summer of 2020 and I have definitely learned many lessons from this.

To start from the beginning, but also making it brief, we met on a dating app. It was the time of COVID, and thankfully I didn't contract that or an STD (phew)!

I started talking to this guy (Lets call him Brian) that lived an hour from me, and was actively doing military things, so he was gone often at our capital city. That is releavant because our first 2 dates were while he was busy with that. By our 3rd date, I drove to his town and while I was sitting at the place waiting for him, he called stating that he would be late because of a family thing, which I was totally fine with and waited for him. We actually started officially dating that night.

Fast forward a couple months later, he refused to let me meet his family and actually had me HIDE at a walgreens when we ran into his sister there. He physically left the store so she didn't see him there "with someone", but came back to pick me up. This is when I started questioning things. He also refused to spend the night at my place, and just blamed it on "home sickness". The final shove I had to become the "psycho", was when he was insistent that his "gal-pals" were in his life to stay becuase they meant a lot to him, and he would only disconnect from talking to them everyday when we get married. No bueno.

So I started getting curipous to see HOW he talks to his Gal pals and wanted to beecome one of them without him realizing it was me.

The only option? Catphishing.

I created this elaborate story and added him on snapchat. He fell for the story and began talking to this fake profile (lets name her Paige), more than he would talk to ME, his girlfriend. I also forgot to mention that right before this, I busted him for still texting his ex. But he let me read the conversation and it seemed harmless so I was just trying not to overreact. Anyways, Brian was talking to Paige for a couple days just getting to know her, and absolutely nothing sexual. Out of the blue one day, he sends a D-Pic to Paige, and a video. I was apallled and had never received one before and immedietly started laughing. I was with my mom and her friends, so we came up with this plan.

Ultimately he is a cheater, but with a character I created, so they wanted me to see how far he would go. I picked a random address in the neighboring state (an hour and a half from where he lived), and Paige asked him if he wanted to come over to "F" in the Poolshed. He willingly agreed and was quickly on his way there. Paige asked Brian to share his location so she can see when he was getting close, but really it was me checking to see if he was actually going through with this. Eventually he arrived, and Paige had him park a few houses down. I didn't want him to actually disturb a random family, so Paige came up with a lame excuse to get him to drive home and take a "rain check". He wasn't mad at her, but was trying to reschedule immedietly.

The next day I texted him, planning a date. My plan? He was very protective of his phoone so I was going to slip a text as Paige while I was with him, and use that as an excuse to get ME to search Brian's phone. The plan was working out perfectly because he knew nothing was saved with his conversation to Paige (how I planned it), so he was okay with me seeing that converation. Upon going through his phone, I didn't even click on the profile I created, since I knew what was already there, but I instead clicked on the girl I worried most about. and that's when I hit the jackpot. NUDES,. Many women, many images. I clicked off right away and absolutely LOST MY MIND.

He explained he had a problem, blah blah blah, and that they never met in person, it was just sexting. So I decided to cool off and weigh my odds to see what I should do next since he had already brainwashed me into thinking no one else would be able handle me the way he does (before I busted him for cheating).

A couple days go by and I am just cold towards him, I didn't know my next steps yet. But then he called me, SOBBING. "I messed up" he kept saying over and over again. So I stopped what I was doing and rerouted my car to drive to his place. He continued by saying "IVE BEEN SLEEPING WITH MY EX THIS ENTIRE TIME". Wonderful. While I was making the hour drive to him, I was screaming at him on the phone, and found out who his ex was and sent her the "hey girly" text, along with the other gal pals he had.

By the time I made it to his place, I had way too much information. Remember when he was late to our 3rd date? The day we started dating? He actually broke up with his ex that day. But conitnued seeing her every time he knew I was working late and wouldn't be on my phone.
Remember how he was working at the capital city for awhile? While he was dating his ex, seeing me, etc? He was also hooking up with random tinder girls at that time too.

To sum this up, obviously we broke up. But his ex blackmailed him after this, the other chicks blocked him, and I had him eating out of my hand since I was physically at his place and he thought I was going to beat the crap out of him. (for reference, I am 5'5 150lbs and he was 6'2ish 220lbs or so).

I made sure he came clean to EVERYONE before I left for good, and eventually told him that Paige, was ME. He cried as it was the 2nd time he was catphished apparently.

Needless to say, I scarred this man. I don't know where he is now in life, but I do pray that his time with me was life changing enough to be afraid to never cheat again. I also eventually met a man that cured all the trauma I picked up from Brian.

Happily Ever After? Anyways,, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did because I have been looking for a place to share this store for a long time.

EDIT: thank you SMOSH for getting me hooked on Reddit and helping me find the outlet to share my story. (I don’t condone catphishing. Brian and I dated for 4ish months. It was so long ago that there are WAY more jucier details, but the shared ones are what I remember most vividly in order to keep the story as accure as possible).

As y'all know such an endeavor often requires resources, especially if you want to do it somewhat painlessly. And it can be quite expensive depending on where you live. But one day I finally got a change to get a videogame console I've wanted for years and spent the money on it. So yeah, I guess I'm still here.

a little over 12 hours ago i had a bottle of red wine and 11g of paracetamol (i know it's a slow and stupid way to go). i've heard that you are not meant to feel any symptoms in the first 24 hours or so, but i'm already having sharp, abdominal pain that won't let up. i haven't thrown up or anything yet, but the pain is bad enough that i skipped all of my classes today and just want to sleep.

this is going to sound so so stupid because i know this is the last thing that matters right now, but i am a college student and i have so many important assignments due tomorrow, i would never forgive myself if i failed my classes because i spent the time i could have been working on it in the hospital. i know that my first instinct should be getting help ASAP but the thought of living and facing potential consequences like failing my classes because i couldn't get my shit together fills me with dread. i know schoolwork won't matter in the grand scheme of things, but i can't help but worry about the consequences, especially because a big reason for my mental health decline has been feeling overwhelming pressure from college, as well as distress about student debt that will only go to waste if i fail. i am a coward i guess.

i have always had mental health issues but these past 2 months i have given up on life in so many ways. whether i want to be saved or not is debatable at this point. i have not told anyone about this and frankly i don't think i will even if i have to get hospitalised. i live alone and my friends would genuinely be shocked to hear i have mental health issues at all, i mask so hard around them. i considered telling my mother but burdening her with that feels unfair, especially when she lives hours away and can't practically do anything. this is a strange place to be, i had such a strained relationship with her for my entire life, but now all i want is her.

anyway, reaching out doesn't feel like an option for me atp. maybe that's why i feel compelled to confess it here? i can tell a part of me wants to give help, but another part of me just wants to lay in bed and do schoolwork and let whatever happens, happen. idk anymore

When I was in high school, I used to go pool hopping with about a dozen of my friends during the summer. We'd sneak into people's backyards and use their pools when nobody was home. Typical dumb teenage stuff.

One afternoon, one of my friends slid open a sliding glass door to the house. I guess he was curious or wanted to see if it was unlocked or something. What we didn't know was that it triggered a silent alarm that went straight to the police.

We were all hanging around the pool when I happened to be at the top of the slide. From up there, I had a clear view of the driveway, and I saw the police arriving.

I had a split second to make a decision. I could yell to everyone that the cops were coming, or I could save my own ass.

I chose option two.

I took off running into the woods and left all of them there. Didn't yell, didn't warn anybody, didn't even look back. I just ran.

The police caught the rest of my friends. They all got charged with trespassing and ended up with 40 hours of community service and protected juvenile criminal records. As I understood it, those records would be sealed and stop affecting them when they turned 18.

Well, almost all of them. One guy had turned 18 just two weeks before this happened, so he got fined instead. He had the worst luck of anybody there.

The funny thing is that apparently none of my friends even noticed I was missing. There were so many of them that I guess they just assumed I was somewhere else in the yard or had already been taken away.

I never got caught. Never got charged. Never did a single hour of community service.

That fall, one of the guys asked me where I'd done my community service. He apparently thought I'd gotten caught with everybody else.

I told him I'd worked at the local SPCA cleaning out the dog shelter.

I even made it sound like a perfectly normal experience, as if I'd spent a few weekends shoveling dog poop to pay my debt to society.

The truth was that I'd spent the entire time free and clear while my friends were doing their assigned hours, and I'd abandoned them without so much as a warning.

Nobody ever confronted me about it. As far as I know, none of them ever figured out what happened.

This was decades ago, and I've never confessed to any of them.

I don't know if the worst part is that I ran away and left them to take the fall, or that I was so comfortable lying about it afterward. At the time, I was just relieved I hadn't been caught. I didn't give much thought to what it meant that all my friends were paying for something I had been doing right alongside them.

I was a coward, and I got away with it.

I still remember that view from the top of the slide, watching the police pull in and knowing I had a choice. I made it in about half a second, and I've been the guy who ran into the woods in this story ever since.

Me and my mother had a really long history. She was an alcoholic who went through issues with her mental health because of that she often did things that were very bad. She would tell me as a child the horrific details of what it would be like to be raped, she claimed I'd become a school shooter and she told me that I was evil and that I would kill her. I was no older than 9, during this time she would get so blackout drunk she would sexually abuse me every single night for 3 years, I'd wake up to her over my bed watching me sleep dragging me out of my bed and forcing me to take my clothes off and get into her bed... When I started getting older she had to start drugging me with sleeping pills because I fought it so badly..

I became so angry, tired and helpless I wished for her to die.

She told me all my wishes would come true if I wished hard enough, and that it was just the "karma" behind wishing things. I watched her suffer for 20 months as she died from cancer, I took care of her, and I was there when she passed.

I fully believe it's because I wished it upon her.

I'm so guilt ridden and she's been gone for over a year now.

I don't even know how to explain this without sounding like an insane groupie.

For a long time (before the shows even came out) , I was obsessed with Jeffrey Dahmer. He occupied so much of my mind that even the most mundane things felt meaningful. I'd look at the moon and wonder if he'd ever looked at it too. I'd walk around feeling this strange sense of connection to someone who was dead and whom I'd never known. It was almost religious in a way. I wasn't HAPPY, obviously. Who the fuck is happy being obsessed with a serial killer? But I was curious. I was constantly researching, reading, connecting things, trying to understand him. I hated mindless scrolling back then because there was always something else to learn.

This weird obsession of mine lead me to look at my own life a bit more closely. I realized there were some parallels between my childhood and Dahmer's childhood that may have caused this weird attachment that I felt for him. But I absolutely did romanticize his crimes (as hypocritical as this sounds) nor was I plotting to be a version of him lmao, I just separated the man from his crimes.

After about 3 years the obsession branched into someone else, Bernd Brandes. The man who volunteered to be butchered and eaten by a cannibal; armin meiwes

My fascination with him was part of the reason I chose engineering. I know how fucking strange that sounds, but it gave my studies a meaning they otherwise wouldn't have had. I could do mundane things like going for a walk because my mind was occupied by something that made the world feel bigger than it was.

Then I got into a one year long relationship. My boyfriend became another source of intensity, he had some traits as the men I was once obsessed with, such as childhood trauma and stuff... But honestly, he was never a substitute for what those obsessions were to me.

Now I've broken up with him, and I'm left with absolutely nothing.

The obsession is gone. It's just... gone. I don't feel that pull to research anymore. I don't feel that constant curiosity. I don't look at ordinary things and automatically connect them to something that fascinates me.

And now I spend hours scrolling short form content, rotting in bed, failing my exams and hating my life. I WANT to study. I WANT to do something with my life. I have ambitions, plans, things I know I should be working towards. But everything feels so fucking pointless and boring that I'd rather sit there watching random cat fucking videos until the day disappears.

I keep thinking about how I used to be when I had those obsessions. I wasn't necessarily happier, but I was ALIVE. My mind was always somewhere, investigating something, discovering something, feeling something. I could spend hours researching and never feel like I was wasting my time. Now I can waste an entire WEEK doing nothing and still not feel rested or entertained.

Part of me thinks I'll probably become obsessed with someone or something again eventually.

Maybe I'll find another intense person who captures my mind so much that I start caring about the world again. And part of me knows how fucked up it is that I seem to need something like that just to function.

Do I have some sort of a mental illness or something??

It’s sort of an odd situation but when I was moving to a new city for college I joined a Facebook group about finding roommates in the area.

I didn’t have a lot of money and would be working to pay my own rent so I wanted somewhere cheap. After two potential places fell through I was losing hope.

Then I got a message from my roommates mom. She basically explained her kid struggled to make friends and keep roommates around.

She was super desperate and offered to pay half my rent each month. All I had to do was live with her kid and be their friend. I was also super desperate to find somewhere to live before the semester started so I agreed.

I’ve held up my end of the deal despite the fact that I absolutely hate my roommate. They are disgusting, have no social awareness, completely helpless, super dramatic, have an insanely mess social life, and generally just suck to live with.

I absolutely hate them but I get to live in a really nice apartment for pretty cheap. Despite being a nightmare roommate and person I do still feel bad for them. I know if they found out they’d be devastated so I’ve never told anyone about it.

My mom married an abusive and performative man. It was in a small Southern town back in the 2010s. We just moved and I had dumped all my clothes and blankets onto my bed folding them. My little brother was watching Madagascar on a box tv hooked up to a dvd player. He hit something that made the TV make the static chschschs sound. He knew that would equal a beating so he ran. Nobody saw where he went and we could not find him. In a span of probably an hour we had the whole neighborhood, police, and our entire family looking for him. I was having a panic attack over my brother and after hours of searching I decided I couldn't handle it anymore went to my room and threw myself onto my bed. I felt something hard under me and looked under all my clothes and blankets and there was my brother, safe and asleep. I went back outside but I was afraid to tell anyone I found him. I was scared they'd leave and he'd get a beating. I knew we wouldn't be hurt with all the people around. So I let everyone keep searching for him. Some more time goes by and my mom's husband found him. He got his ego stroked by being a hero and none of us got a beating that night. Now that we are grown and away from that man I hate that nobody knows it was truly me that found my brother. I also wonder how everyone would react if I told them I let them have multiple hours long search party when I knew exactly where he was.

I’m not sure if this is a confession or not but I wanted to share what happened because I can’t talk about it. I’m 16 years old though at the time I was fifteen and I was with a friend also fifteen, and yeah we started drinking. Honestly I wasn’t really drinking myself especially when I realised my friend was going over board with it, like straight chugging this gin we had. Eventually of course she’s really out of it, one second she’s laughing being silly and then she’s sitting on the toilet head down barely there. She starts throwing up everywhere all over herself and on the floor, she starts balling crying, slurring her words. I’m just trying to clean up the sick and get her out of thr bathroom, she throws up about 4 or 5 times here. Eventually I get her into the kitchen and wipe her down she’s still crying, not making any sense, I try to get her to drink some water but she won’t. Soon she falls asleep on thr couch I go and try to clean up in the bathroom, I keep checking on her, I notice she’s thrown up over herself in her sleep and my immediate thought was she’s going to choke on her own puke in her sleep. I’m lowkey starting to panic now, I clean that up as well and try to get her to lie on her side, it’s almost 2 in the morning at this stage. I eventually get the bathroom clean and the blanket she ruined, I ask chat gpt and explained what happened which is never a good idea because that just made me spiral. I knew that I should go get somone, ring my friends parents honestly call an ambulance, but I don’t. I sit on the floor for a while watching her sleep in case she gets sick again or like chat gpt said, she stops breathing. Around now I start thinking about how I would wake up the next morning and she would be dead, probably dramatic…idk but It was the middle of the night and I was scared. I let her sleep for a little and then basically force her to wake up and help her upstairs to bed, she takes up thr entire bed and I end up falling asleep on the floor when I can eventually sleep. Anyway she wakes up the next morning at like seven, again more sick on the bed though it’s small and she doesn’t remember any of it. And that shit lowkey haunts me, this happened a few months ago my friend is completely fine still doesn’t remember what happened though every now and then I have this nightmare where we weren’t so lucky. Am I an asshole? Should I have done more…honestly I wouldn’t have even minded my mother finding out because wtf were we thinking.

It was 10th grade. My very best friend, let’s call her Heather, started dating the guy I lost my virginity to the year before. We’ll call him Tim. I had rejected dating him afterwards and really didn’t have an interest in him. But my 15 year old hormonal self felt deeply jealous and betrayed, while at the same time feeling I had no right to be. So, one day I carved on a bathroom stall “HEATHER IS A FAT WHORE.” Less than an hour passed before another girl came to me to show me the inscription as Heather’s best friend, and I proceeded to act shocked and concerned. Obviously Heather eventually found out/saw it, and I even helped speculate with her about who did it…and we landed on this other girl who was rumored to be interested in Tim. I don’t remember even feeling bad at the time, and thinking to myself along the lines of “knocking her down a few pegs.” I know that she was deeply hurt. No one ever found out that it was me. As time went by I started feeling more and more guilty about it. To this day I feel absolutely sick to my stomach when I think about doing that to her. And yes we are still friends to this day. She is the one person from HS I am still in contact with and I still consider her a best friend. I’ve thought about coming clean before but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I don’t think I’ll ever tell her.

So for context I’m 19F and I come from a poor background, my family dosent have money and I used that as motivation to study my ass off to have a chance to get into this program at my school. It’s the RN program. I finished with a 3.7 gpa and didn’t get in, so obviously I became really depressed, mainly because and I don’t want to sound like I’m stuck up in my bitterness but I can’t help it, I used to wake up at 5am every morning to take the bus everyday to get to school for 8AM classes, then as soon as classes finished I’d get in the bus and go right to work.

Now after I didn’t get in a lot of people told me not to give up and keep trying, but I get discouraged really fast it’s a bad habit of mine, I got really depressed and I had some other personal things happen to me that affected me a lot mentally.

So today I decided I want to give it another shot and I want to try and be a nurse again, so I looked into another community college program because I can’t afford uni, and I told my mom and my mom looked me in the face and kept telling me I would never be able to become a nurse because I don’t want it as badly as other people and that she dosent see the potential in me.

So obviously I already felt like shit and I already gave up on my life for a couple of months, meaning all I was doing was going to work and comming home and sleeping and spending all my money, so her saying that really hurt me especially because I did just spend 140 on the teas that I was hoping to retake in November.

I just feel sad because even though I managed to get a 3.7 gpa last year because I haven’t been in school since last May I have gotten significantly lazier and I’m scared if I do get into nursing school what if I flunk out and plus my mom keeps telling me I’m not gonna be able to do it.

I don’t know I just feel really depressed and I keep telling her the reason I gave up was because I’m depressed but she doesn’t care and it’s frustrating. She keeps saying I have nothing good about me, that I’m just lazy and I spend all my money on clothes and makeup and that I’m a bum.

Any advice honestly

I can’t live with myself right now. I don’t know what to do. I feel like an addict going through withdrawals, where every single thought inside my head is just the next fix. I’m trying so hard to keep control, but I’m just completely feening.
We met through remote work, and we instantly clicked. He’s a smooth talker—the kind of guy who knows how to persuade anyone and say all the right things. He probably does it with every girl, but he knows how to hook you. It feels intoxicating just to feel alive, to have someone actually talk to you, and suddenly you’re craving that attention. You crave deep conversations again. You crave that feeling of standing near someone in this life and suddenly feeling normal—not like the kind of person people look at sideways or think something is wrong with you.
We started talking about everything under the sun, and it pulled me right in. I hate how much I want to text him. I hate the urge to start conversations, because deep down, I know we have the exact same personality. I know how I am: I throw myself into something completely, and then I burn out or get bored just as fast. It’s a terrible trait to have. Right now, my mind is completely wrecked, and I can't shake this urge to text him, to keep the momentum going. Our conversations aren't even superficial; we talk about life, where we want to go, our shared ambitions, and how we’re both juggling school, work, and home life. It’s strangely intoxicating.
At the same time, I’m terrified of looking desperate, of needing his attention so badly that I’m always reaching out. Even picking up the phone to say a casual “Hi, how are you?” feels awkward. I know people need their space, but it’s an addiction. You can’t stop. You’re trapped in a loop, glancing at your phone every two seconds to see if his name popped up. You forget about your family, your surroundings, everything—just chasing that single spark of feeling alive in a moment of time.
It’s terrible. It’s a sickening feeling, especially when you’re married, when you have kids, and yet here you are. There is just something about him, some magnetic pull that makes you feel like the universe is calling you to speak to him. It sounds completely insane, I know. And of course, he’s not the type to text first. He waits. He knows how to play it cool, how to walk away and act like nothing ever happened. He’s been divorced for six years, and at forty-two, maybe he’s lonely, maybe he’s looking for a good time or just an ego boost—who knows? All I know is I hate the way he makes me feel, mostly because I love it way too much.

Is it weird that I find se*ting random strangers so exciting? 😭 Like, the fact that you’re talking to someone you’ve never met and might literally never speak to again makes it so much more thrilling. I’ve done it a couple of times, and honestly, it was so fun. There’s something about the anonymity and the spontaneity that makes the whole thing exciting. No attachment, no expectations, just two strangers having a moment. But now I’m genuinely curious, do people actually do this casually, or am I just weird for finding it so thrilling?

25m

I'm traveling in a new city and I don't know anyone here. I'm in this city to see art and museums, eat at good restaurants and enjoy good views.

I'm lonely. I've been single for a little over a year, but if I'm being truthful, I'm just always kind of lonely. I've always felt that way, like I'm always just a bit disconnected. I am a very social guy, I have a strong community and am a leader in my work and in my social circles. I just always feel a little different than everybody else.

Anyways, this was my second day in the city. I had a good, busy day. I walked back to my hotel from a restaurant, it was a long walk. That cold familiar loneliness became acute. I had gotten the idea of a strip club earlier in the day, I had looked at the ones in town. I was curious, it had been a day of action and new things and I guess this was another new thing.

I walked by a club and went in. The place was nearly empty, just 2 other guys and the dancers. It was a slow night and the girls gave me a lot of attention looking for a sale. I liked a woman named lola and went to the back for a lap dance with her. She was beautiful and sexy but the lap dance didn't do much for me. But I loved being touched, I don't get enough human touch; I think there are lots of us who don't. She knew what I needed and was very sweet to me. At the end she pulled me in and pressed her hand to my lips and kissed the other side. I told her that I guess I came to a strip club just to find out all I wanted was to be held. She gave me a hug and I left. I couldn't be in a place like that after feeling so tender. I probably didn't tip her enough.

I took an Uber the rest of the way home and felt ashamed, I felt dumb for spending the money. It was my first time in a strip club and made me feel like a creep. It nagged at that loneliness, feeling like I can't get that connection without paying for it, feeling like I am an outcast, a weirdo, a creep.

But then I slept on it and time passed. And I don't feel so bad anymore. I'm just a human who needed some human touch and I found some. There is honestly something endearing to me about all of it. I'm not a weirdo, I'm not broken, and feeling so alone is just a part of being a human. We are people who need people and sometimes it's painful to feel that need.

in a time of desperation and emotional pain from worsening health and gait issues i faked a positive babinski sign on purpose and the neurologist knew that i faked it and im so ashamed and disappointed in myself. ive never lied to a doctor before and it feels immoral and wrong i dont know how im gonna show my face againnnnn omg

The military taught me all kinds of cool things when I was 18. I wanted to practice so I'd pick a random person and see howw much I can find out about them. You can find a lot of information about a person legally just knowing their full name. I kept doing it for fun after I got out of the military. I only stopped because there was a cute Israeli journalist and I wanted to read her emails. They bricked my device immediately. 😂

Haven't done it since.

I use Reddit to look at nudes people post. I was wondering if anyone else strictly uses Reddit for things such as this or if I am alone.

So we're all aware that phones have an emergency feature to call 911 quickly. Well my phone had somehow slid under me while my husband and I were having fun and it somehow triggered the emergency line, unknowingly.. I guess we were having to much fun because we had the cops outside our door 30 minutes later, they wouldn't leave until they had seen both of us. We are both still embarrassed to tell the tale, but we laugh about it with eachother now

I have a weird hobby that no one knows about. When I see an abandoned shopping cart left far from a store I get an urge to return it. I usually wait until it's dark then I grab the cart and walk it back to its rightful grocery store. It's a strangely satisfying feeling and I hope no one ever catches me doing it.