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don't talk to me about hard work! DON'T GET TELLING ME I DON'T KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT WORK BITCHES...
I cleaned hotel bedrooms for 9 hours a day from 6.00am and no lunch break. I worked my guts out for a year to save money to go to college to do a diploma. heavy lifting and back breaking making hundreds of beds, cleaning toilets and shit up... bath Tubs, vomit, and used condoms, wheeling heavy laundry trolleys no security ... near raped in a hotel room one day and I as hit over the head with a door.
as a kid I did a leaflet letterboxing for shit money... 1c per delivery took 10 hours walking in the heat without stop, take a packed lunch and bottles of cordial or water ... and die when you get home.
THAT IS BOOT CAMP!
When I was 15 I had an affair with an eighteen year old who was engaged, he had played me for years and I thought he loved me, I had a premonition the first day I met him, and it did t make sense til the day I no longer had him in my life. He never loved me I was just someone to string along, he had a pregnant girl friend and told me he wanted to have sex with me...... I'm glad he's gone and I never have to see him
I start to get nervous and sick when I make too many changes or do something exciting and extravagant ...like buy myself something dear... then the guilt sets in... but why should I it. I have suffered enough already ...its time for something good to come into my life, and I am allowing it to.
i have a fantasy about being married and on my wedding night wearing purple chemise I want to be fucked hard in... by david Oakes... I am feeling bad about this desire! but I like him heaps. I just want to look good for my guy!
i regret being alive. I regret being who i am. I regret not listening when i know i am suppose to do it. I regret living who i am. I am just a nonsense to everyone i am living with. I wish i would just go away from my family so they would be better off without me.
Sometimes I cut and paste things other people have written and repost them to other sites because they say how I feel or reflect something I can relate to. sometimes I even change the story a bit and peoples names for fun.
I never asked you why. I should have and maybe you wouldn't hate me now. If I had done something wrong, I'm so sorry Naomi, I didn't mean to
i love you davo. i will not bother you any more but I love you. i am obsessive and have a disorder. soon i will stop talking on line for a while.
i will not be bothering with men however, i have been told when you are sick with rashes or kidney problems that you should not look for relationships at the same time.
lets face it its never the right time ok.
Im scared that the violent thoughts will come back. I don't want to hurt anyone again. It was bad the first time
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