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My boss is a dodgy c*&%!

Anonymous — Thu, 25 Aug 2011 20:29:07 +0000

I don’t really want to be living in this small town and maybe I lied about THAT to get the job but I’m good at it despite the fact they haven’t trained me properly. I have to work everything out for myself.

My boss has tried to bust a move on me and the girls I work with are the biggest bitches I have ever met.

They are all trying to get rid of me with psychological manipulation. I only stay because I need the money and don’t have another job to go to. They know I’m looking for another job. Fuck it.

Why do I always end up in these situations?

My dad

Anonymous — Sun, 19 Dec 2010 00:41:06 +0000

I hate my dad he is such a meanie his moods change from one second to second like a flickering flame why is he so mean why is so rude why can’t my dad be kind????? why is my life very difficult to live up to???

All my secrets

Anonymous — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 04:52:07 +0000

I’m gay.My boyfriend is cheating on me.I cant let him go.I have no friends.I am depressed.I dont eat.I’m very thin.I wish somebody could help me.I wish somebody loved me.I wish the pain stopped.

Heart Wrenching

Anonymous — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 01:00:29 +0000

At the moment I have two friends of mine who proclaimed to me that they have feelings for me. I don’t like them back, instead I have feelings for my ex, and my best friend. I am officially doomed to Love everyone who will never love me back, and be loved by those I will never love back. At least I’ll learn a lesson.

So tired of this.

Anonymous — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 02:22:18 +0000

I’ve been friends with the same people for years, but recently I’ve really looked at them and realized that I hate ALL OF THEM. It’s very disconcerting. They’re all whiny, bitchy, and selfish. What scares me the most is that I was/am probably exactly like them.

Suicidal thoughts

Anonymous — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 02:35:50 +0000

I was never afraid of death until I became a mom… I often think about how I can never give my daughter the life she deserves. I’ve messed up everything in my life & am afraid I will do the same to her. I just want to die. I think about it alot, but at the same time I’m so scared to leave her. I just want to know that she will be ok and happy. It would be soo much easier if someone could just kill me. My daughter is the only good thing I’ve ever done and I just don’t want her to have the life I had. I want to die sooo bad, but I’m afraid of leaving her. She was born 3 1/2 months early and almost died. I’ve never told anyone but I think its my fault. If I had took care of myself better & not have stressed myself out so much she wouldn’t have gone through all she had to survive. I’ve ruined her life before she was even born.

I hate him more than i love him…

Anonymous — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 22:24:08 +0000

Well I’ve been married since i was 18 basically and i don’t know maybe it’s cause we’ve been together so long i can’t stand him,even being in the same room.I want to leave him but I’m so scared that i can’t do it with out him even though he’s jobless for more than a year and my father has been supporting us all that time and every time that i ask him to look for a job he starts yelling at me.I have been faithful for all of my marriage and i can’t say the same for him,one thing led to another bla bla bla crap every time and i still stayed.PLEASE GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK!!!

I’d rather be a hooker than live with you, Erik!

Anonymous — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 23:30:55 +0000

Erik T. doesn’t get it. Living with him is much worse than being a hooker.

Erik is an abusive, violent petty tyrant- everything has to be his way- & he’s cheap! For some strange reason he thinks he’s God’s gift to women- he’s not- he’s an ugly OLD jerk! He lies about his age- says he’s 42 when he’s actually almost 50 years old.

Erik is lousy in bed- does the same old boring thing every time. The drugs & alcohol have taken their toll- not only on his face & scrawny, wasted body, but he can’t get it up.

Who wants to live with someone who hits them, tells them what to do, treats them like slave labor & doesn’t have any manners?

Yes, Erik T., I’d rather be a hooker than be stuck with you!

Am I crazy?

Anonymous — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 23:06:27 +0000

I just turned 26. When I was 13, I got shot in the head. It was a miracle I survived. The right central portion of my brain was basically turned into hamburger. The surgeon diagnosed me epileptic due to the trauma.
After several years of medication, I was deemed well enough to stop taking my meds. I found out about two years ago that I have been seizing since, and it is only getting worse. The trauma has also caused bi-polar, schizophrenic tendencies. My now x-wife and I met 3 years ago. I love her with all of my heart. I would set myself on fire for her. But, at the same time I want to hurt her. I want to watch her suffer and then kill myself. I have tried to end my life in front of her before. Had she not turned her back on me and told me that she would rather me do it, I may have succeeded in my attempt. She is willing to be friends, and this I can deal with. But, even while I’m looking for her a birthday card, I want to watch as she suffers. Is till intend to end my life in front of her, but can’t stand the thought of her just not caring.

He’s my best friend, and I love him.

Anonymous — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 08:47:06 +0000

I told him I was interested a few months ago. We decided to “try
things”. We went on a few dates, I spent a few nights at his house. I fell
asleep in his arms and woke up in the same place. Actually, we’d both
wake up around the same time, separated from one another, but he’d
sleepily pull me close to him again so we could wake up together when his
alarm would go off. He kissed me in private, and he kissed me like he
meant it.

This lasted just a few weeks. Then, suddenly, he wanted to end things
(though I didn’t know initially). He stopped talking to me first, but
finally I wrestled the nasty truth out of him. I begged and pleaded
for him to make it work. He’s leaving in a year, and he’ll be gone for
five years when he does leave. By the time he returns, I’ll be
finishing up graduate school. I told him I was okay with him leaving for those
five years if he gave this one year an honest chance. His relationship
issues kept him from making the commitment. We haven’t talked in
almost three weeks.

I miss him. I say I don’t miss the relationship, and on one level I
don’t. On other levels, however, I can’t stop thinking about kissing
him, sleeping next to him, waking up with him, holding his hand…those
are all small prices to pay, however, if I can keep the friendship. I
don’t cry when I think about the loss of those things, but sob for
significant periods of time when I think about the friend I’m losing.

He says we’ll talk about it when I return from my vacation. I get back
in four days. I want to do this in person, I want to see his face
when we talk about whether or not it’s feasible to continue our
friendship. I want him to see my face when I start to cry if and when he says
that our friendship is over. Four years of my life cannot end like this.
I will not lose him.

A part of me still believes that we’re meant to be. He’s the only
person I can ever see wanting to marry.