Confessions

Ho le foto di mia cognata nuda ma non posso confessarlo a nessuno. Sono ossessionato dalle sue te**e...

I regret having kids because it consumes 100 percent of life. If I could go back in time I wouldn't have had kids.

I fucked my childhood friend and current roommate on the couch. I have never found him remotely attrative, funny, or nice.

I cheated on my ex with the girl who became my wife, and then in turn cheated on her with that same ex.

i think i might be gay. i love to get pegged by my wife and ever since she did it the first time i've been looking on grindr for a trans girl to fuck my ass

I wrote a distrack about a guy i recently talked to. Im thinking about posting it on my soundCloud. Should I post it?

i used to piss in my ex's drinks when i would get her one from the kitchen. just a little bit so she wouldnt taste it

I like to smell my fingers after scratching my balls.

Ever since taking ketamine, I have the intrusive thought of jumping from high places ("the call of the void").

I jerk off too much. Sometimes it makes my dick smell like fish.

i'm ashamed of the way i've wasted my life and opportunities i have a graduate degree but lost my job and health because of substance abuse, and my parents have had to support me for way too long

I like snooping through peoples rooms. Seeing someones entire life boiled down to photos, knicknacks, and furniture tickles my funny bone.

I wrote off my mortgage for a few years after I sold that house.

I bribe my wife with an allowance to go braless and wear thongs/gstrings 24/7.

I quit speaking to my father because he doesn't support me.

I regret not finishing school earlier, wasting my life away doing jack shit. I regret wasting 8 years with a whore who cheated on me with another guy. I regret not working out more. I regret losing friendships, good friendships out of pride.

small office, worked late one night, gorgeous secretary left pumps under the desk, made love to them.

i chew my cheeks and pop cysts/scabs i try to stop but god dude i cant

I’m ashamed of where I am in life - currently stuck doing odd jobs after spending a shit load of my life dedicated to a career path that was more than willing to discard me. I have no real direction or passion for much else and am currently just rotting away and scraping by. I’m ashamed of my past self for not planning better for such a scenario, and I’m ashamed of my current self for not having the balls to retrain into something new.

I didn't get to see my grandma before she died. She lived a state away(4-5 hours). I just never made the trip. She was 91.

My sister has down syndrome. One time as a kid, I was too embarrassed to sit with her because I didn't want people to think we were on a date.

I fap without lotion and I think this is the reason for my small penis

My grandparents solely spoke Hungarian, and I only ever picked up a few words in my lifetime. I've used Google to translate messages I gave and received.

I worked in HR as a 1099 contractor. I listed my income at 25% of what I actually earned. I had been laid off and needed to money and could never have paid the taxes when I filed my tax return.

I wear pantiies under my clothes outside and hope they are visible at the urinals when I pull them down and check if anyone can see my small penis.

I've been camwhoring online for months. I love the idea of random, potentially dangerous or disturbing people touching themselves to my body. I want people to want me. I love thinking about people potentially recognizing me.

I'm sorry. I don't want to be that person anymore, and I don't think I am, but please know I've regretted how I treated you for a long time. I couldn't imagine receiving forgiveness, nor do I deserve it, but please move on knowing you were the last person I will ever hurt. Thank you for everything else, please enjoy the rest of your life.

i'm pretty sure that praying doesn't actually do anything

In school, I bribed every boy in my class to vote for me as class president. I still lost.

I am mediocre but I have extreme ambition.

So there was a guy who bothered me at school. Back in the day you had to buy books. I stole his French class books. Just grabbed them from his bag and left them in an abandoned locker in school. Before weekend I saw the books were still there, so I put them in my bag and left for home. I only did it because I disliked the guy, but I didn't take French so it was also interesting to read through the book. He probably knew it was me, but couldn't prove anything. Actually right after they disappeared he asked me if I knew what to do if your books got stolen. I looked him dead in the eye and said "I have no fucking clue, report it to the cops or school". He got less annoying and stayed mostly away from me after that.

Sometimes when I'm in public, I'll be afraid that I have poop on my pants and I turn around to check my butt crack.

Everyday I wake up exactly 5 minutes before my first meeting.

I peed on Scott J*****'s school clothes when he changed for gym class. When he confronted me about it, I pushed him over the locker room bench. I'm sorry Scott. You didn't deserve that. I didn't bully you because you were different, I bullied you because I was weak and insecure. I hope you are doing well wherever you are.