Confession Thread
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Thread Topic: Confession Thread
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I once cried at Disney Land when I was 10 with my 12 year old friend because my parents told me we could go to a ride alone and I didn't like the idea of being in a crowd of people with someone who didn't know how to beat rapists up.
No matter how many times I've thought about it and tried, I've found that something in me repels myself from purposely harming myself. I've tried to cut, but I can never push the knife deep enough. I've tried with keys. All I could do was scrape my skin. I've wanted so long to get the enjoyment of hurting myself, to see what it was like, but I physically can't no matter how hard I try.
I can't be mean. By that, I mean I've never been able to tell my friends how I really feel. In RL, I'll get so fed up with people because of their constant questioning, but I can never tell them no.
I've liked bondage ever since I was a child. I'd tie my stuffed animals up and laugh at them. And, after I watched Charlie's Angels, I started drawing lips on them and practically rape them with kisses. I love it when people restrain me. -
I actually prefer bats over cats. And my first main animal was a pig. It's been a bat ever since I dropped pigs. I love bats, I love how soft their chests are and how cute they are and their noises and ugh. Bats, man.
I used to bully kids. I whipped my best friends and beat people up and tore the skin right off of people. My nails are bloodied with poor children's skin. I used to hate everyone when I was little.
I set the house on fire. Because I was mini Yoda, mom never paid any attention until I screamed "I SET KITCHEN FIRE AND FLOOR IS ALL BOOOOOOOM". I burned a whole stroller, the door, and the floor. That was my favorite stroller. Door is still alive, has a mark on it.
I cried in 6th grade in history because the teacher started talking about war and how our nurse's son was in one and how he could've died. I was made fun of by some people. -
I let out odd noises when I have nothing to say. It'll be silent, and you'll hear "MEOW" or "MEH" or some odd animal-sounding grunt.
I never take baths or showers. Once a week, that's all. I can't stand the thought of having to get wet and then waste time to get clean. It explains the pimples and achene, though.
My dreams almost always relate to me getting hurt, abused, or raped. I've never had these issues in my childhood, however. And these dreams only started a few months before I turned 12. A few days ago, I dreamed that I was living with a man who didn't want me to leave our apartment building. If I went outside or tried to use magic outside, he'd track me down, drag me back to the apartment, and torture me or hurt me. I tried to run. Each time I ended up back in the apartment. I didn't know why I was with him, though. I don't know how I could stand the pain. Because, after all of the pain and torture, he'd apologize, tell me that he didn't ever want to lose me, and he'd lead me to the kitchen for hot chocolate and snuggles. It was a repeat. When I woke up, I tried to imagine that he would take me out. But it occurred to me he never took me out of that apartment, not once. I was trapped there. -
I allow myself to want control over people. I wouldn't be dominant during sex, but I love being allowed to control what's happening. I love being in control of power, of being a leader. It makes me feel happy to know I can be better or above someone.
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Whenever I show signs of distress, I just shake my head at people. Only a small few ever care.
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The only thing I desire right now are books, money, and wifi. I don't need anything else.
I like pillows.
I don't ever fold my laundry. It's far too much work. -
I don't fold my laundry either, considering it just gets unfolded immediately afterward. Why spend 15 minutes folding when I could do way more useful things?
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I hate soda. I hate it with a passion. The bubbles upset my mouth and throat, and I hate the taste all around. I prefer juices. -
I draw whenever I get depressed. It makes me very happy.
I think about my death at least once a week. -
In real life, I consider myself to be "Light". I'm usually very cheerful, I try to be humorous, and I'm an overall normal person. However, online, "Light" is just my attempt to redeem myself. I will always be "Dark". I will always be weak. I will always be vain, I will always be rude when I please, I will always be whatever mood I'd like to. "Light" is nothing. I've almost stopped being "Light" ever since I realized how easy it was to lose a friend here, how easy to was for me to lose my only happiness. I am as I've created myself to be. I will always be "Dark", for that is what you all call me. So while I might have parts of "Light" shown while I'm having my stay here, I'm almost always "Dark".
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I cry watching almost all movies.
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I like to pretend to be my OCs sometimes.
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I almost bought a flavored condom by accident at a Gas station in Texas because I thought it was candy. My mom saved me.
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I'm not sure if I love Jared at all or if my brain is trying to give him to me as a distraction.
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