Confessions

#864 [Feedback]	My neighbor is 66 year old lady:twice married and divorced,and a mother.I am a single male in my 20s. I let this lovely lady watch me shower twice a day live on the net. One Friday night ,I was showering she walked in naked and joined me.We made a agreement that she can shower with me anytime.Occasionally we sleep together. We loves it so do I.
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#862 [Feedback]	i had sex before marriage,i am a youth leader!i cant believe i failed God!i am so so sorry!please God forgive me!i failed YOU my God!please please forgive me!
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#819	Im 5 months prego with a little girl and my boyfriend is treating me like shit ive been checking his voice mail
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#806	I'm in love and im only 14, i love him so much but i wish i could kiss him and hug him and hold his hand, but i cant hes that type of boy thats friends with everybody and nothing more i love him but the other day my heart broke into pieces .......... when i saw a girls name and a love heart next to his name on his personal message i love him :(
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#803 [Feedback]	I'm going to be confessing a lot on my blog..http://tudorcitygirl.blogspot.com For now it is that I am a lazy ass not looking hard for a job while collecting unemployment.
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#802 [Feedback]	I am married but still struggle with looking at porn. This is a sin. It dishonors God and is adultry according to Jesus. Father forgive me my sin and heal my perverted mind.
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#799 [Feedback]	I have been masturbating and looking at porn wayyy too much. and now i masturbated on cam for a girl. im such a sinner....
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#798	I'm in love with my sisters 17 year old friend. I'm 29.
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#796 [Feedback]

I hate my family. From molestation to emotional and physical abuse. I am now way into my adult years and I don't think I even love my siblings anymore. I hate them all. I wrote to them and told them goodbye. They disgust me. It was like having Stockholme Syndrome all these years. The guilt, confusion, and self doubt was terrible. Staying there only to please the one I loved the most. Now that person has died from smoking and as I light a cigarrette I remember her. I miss you. You were the only one I loved. I suffered all these years so that I could be codependent on you. That's ok. You were beyond worth it. I loved you so much. I still do. R.I.P. My new life has begun. FINALLY! Now I just have to learn how to not worry about every little thing all the time. Is someone mad at me for some random thing I didn't do? Do I fit in? Am I people pleasing enough? On and on and on. It never ends in my head. I'm tired. I hate the police officer who knew and still left me there as a child and I hate the judge who didn't do his job. I hate the people who said they loved and cared about me and then walked away from me when I was struggling. I hate the word hate. I despise those worthless people who are straight to your face and ugly behind your back. The very same people who are supposed to be there, doing their jobs as counselors or advocates, and then becoming like high school girls who just gossip and revictimize. I hate feeling this alone and confused. I'm scared. I'm destroyed. I'm trauma and then some. I won't bloom where I am fricken planted as I was once told. Screw you. I'm tired of hearing about victims who went through less on CNN and hearing how they were helped. Was I not worth helping as a child? Now I feel guilty for worrying about myself more then the victims that were on CNN. I will begin anew. I have to learn to begin again. This kid and I must begin again so that this angel of a child does not end up confessing to random strangers how messed up the family was someday. I must find myself and the strength that I once had and get it together. I want to cry. I can't cry. Why can't I cry for more then ten seconds with out shutting down? I used to be able to cry. I can't cry. I see my kid looking at me when I am stressed. Wanting to play and wondering if I am alright. I look at my baby. I just want to cry. I love you kid. I love you so much. Be patient with me. I know I am a mess now. Just for now. Give me a minute. Please God please don't let me ruin my kiddo's childhood with my stress and my memories of the past. Let me be strong. I am strong. I survived. I am still here. A shell of me anyways. I guess I have a one in a million chance.. I get to reconstruct my entire self. Where do I begin? What do I like? What do I want? What do I want to become now? This new person trying to raise a precious child. Together we become a family. Just us. New friends. New town. New dreams. Where do I begin? I guess I just began right here. Thank you for letting me begin.

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#795	I am afraid of my own beliefs.
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