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NeoGAF Anonymous Confessions 2016 - A Miserable Little Pile of Secrets

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Okay, I THINK I fucked a cat before. I remember being young and super horny, and trying to force my dick into my cat.

This is traumatizing to me, and now I have no idea if it really happened or not. It could have been a nightmare, since I've brought up stuff that I thought was real and they turned out to be dreams. So I can't really be sure this actually happened... it feels like something I would never ever do. In fact, I get nauseous thinking about it.

I'm in therapy for depression, and have considered bringing this up, but I'm far too ashamed if it's real.

You really should talk to your therapist about this. I mean, I'm like 99% sure that was a dream.

Ain't no cat sitting still long enough for you to do that shit.
 
I miss her Gaf. I miss her with all my heart. I still dont even know why she left. One day we were happy, talking about the future. The next, her things were packed and she was out the door. Every day, I wonder what I did wrong, what I could have done to prevent it all. And now, even after several years, I still can't figure it out. I still feel empty, like an important part of me is missing. I've tried moving on, finding other people, but it always ends the same. I can't love them the way I loved her. I would give anything to have her back, to hold her again. To hear her say 'I love you' again. To see the look in here eyes when she smiled at me. To see the look of happiness on her face when I crawled into bed next to her at night.

I want to get over her, I want to move on. But I can't. I don't want to. I just want her back. I want to stop hurting like this. I just dont know how.

Maybe you did nothing wrong, man. People change. They fall in and out love.

If it's been several years of you feeling like this, I think it's time you spoke to a professional. You need to move on and rebuild.
 
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At the UN?
Might've been a forum on cyberbullying or some such. The story is so out there, it smells like some sad GamerGator trying to further smear these women's names.

EDIT: You removed it - good man. No need to play into their kind of crap. If anything remotely close to this ever happened, a real confessor would have kept things vague, especially as there aren't that many people working for the UN. It would have led back to the guy regardless.
 
Never told this to anybody because nobody would believe me:

Two years ago, I fell from the 4th floor of a building. I was trying to casually sit on a window, legs freely outside. While climbing onto/inside the window area, I missed a grip, lost balance, and fell. I lay on the ground for almost half an hour before I slowly got back on my feet. Nobody was around. When I looked beneath where I fell, there was a, now broken, table with some cushioned parts. I guess that helped, but I still don't understand how I survived that. Went home and that's it.

You're right, that is a very difficult thing to believe.

But maybe it's a sign from the heavens that you're meant to do more than casually sit on a window four stories up.
 
Hello GAF. Brief, insignificant confession here. Might be frustrating to read >_<

I'm a high school student, junior grade. Really good high school, very well-off parents, a circle of friends, loving family, good health, etc. I'm very thankful for it all (on paper, at least...)

My issue is this: I am astoundingly bad at studying. I'm just a lazy asshole who can't keep glued to a desk and fucking STUDY to save my fucking life, despite this being my most crucial year in terms of university applications. Currently I'm in the middle of my first exam week and I haven't studied home *at all*. I feel like I'm just wasting away everything I've been granted in life (their love, money, and trust...)

I've talked to a couple counselors about this (one school, one professional) but nothing really came out of them. I guess I have just spoiled myself rotten.

How do I develop a modicum of self-discipline and a drive to work hard, GAF?

You go to the woods. You fight wolves and build fires and survive.

Or you could join the army.

Or you could realize that you're gonna wind up stuck in a dead-end life that you hate while your friends and those around you went on to bigger and better, while you feel judged for being stuck in some dead-end go-nowhere role.
 
Man, after all that, you couldn't even knock her up in the way nature intended. You did it the least fun way.

This reminds of the Gaffer that was debating on banging his fem friend in order to give her a baby, but he eventually snapped out of that thought.

This child is going to result in a messy future.
 
Can I make a confession here?

I'm addicted to The Division again, since the 1.4 patch. I'm at work right now thinking about the game. And I played like 3h of it before coming to work. :|
 
Maybe you did nothing wrong, man. People change. They fall in and out love.

If it's been several years of you feeling like this, I think it's time you spoke to a professional. You need to move on and rebuild.
See her for the person that left you, not for the person that made you happy. Cause, crushing you like that without even talking about it or helping you understand paints a picture of a really shitty and selfish person.

Don't focus on the happiness, focus on their shittiness.
 
I have a not-sure-if-dream-memory, but it's my 1st-grade teacher holding me up by the collar for saying a certain four-letter word (some classmates spelled it, I had never heard it, so I said it out loud and they told on me lol). The parenthetical part is real, but...
banging your cat? I think the Confessor and I must've just had vivid imaginations.
 
You really should talk to your therapist about this. I mean, I'm like 99% sure that was a dream.

Ain't no cat sitting still long enough for you to do that shit.

Confessor, you did NOT fuck a cat. Every school I went to had the rumour that there was this one kid that fucked a cat. It's nothing more than a schoolyard urban myth. Otherwise these confessions would be more cat fuckers than sister fuckers.
 
Fucking.... A cat?! Yeah, no way you did a cat. It's just a random ass dream you've had and will possibly have again.

At the dude who cannot move on, seek professional help asap. There is something or are somethings in your mind stopping you from moving on. A professional will help "unblock" it, so to speak. I can say that people change and it fucking hurts to see them go from super cool and loving to..... Cold and distant.

High School dude, stop wasting the money and time. Go do something. If you hate studying then go find a job or start volunteering so that it'll make up for your laziness and no studying. How do you develop self-discipline? Find a role model or find people who do those kinds of job. What are they called? Life coaches, right?

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I don't think I'm asexual myself @Like The Hat but sex just isn't that big of a deal to me.
 
I can barely pat my cat in the head without having to dodge his surgical-quality claws that can tear into flesh like a knife through butter. Must have been a dream, dude.
 
The only way he could have done that to a cat is if he held the cat's neck scruff and held it good. If he didn't he would've got shredded like cheese. During mating the male cat has to bite the neck scruff of the female cat, otherwise that male cat probably would get fucked up.
 
Man, after all that, you couldn't even knock her up in the way nature intended. You did it the least fun way.

Jeez, confessor, will this really satiate your desire for another kid when you won't be able to treat it as your own? Just hope that if it's discovered the kid is yours that it doesn't lead into accusations of cheating despite using the baster method.

That poor guy who now has to raise another child when he didn't want another.
 
I wonder how he'll explain it if he ever gets accused of getting his SIL pregnant?

Wifey: ho-how did you get my sister pregnant?
Confessor: well..... I kind of put my sperm inside your sister.
Wifey: so you fucked her?
Confessor: uh.... No, not exactly.
W: so how did you get her pregnant?!
C: I put my dna inside of her?
W: answer the question! Did you fuck my sister?!
C: I told you I gave her my dna to put inside of her.
W: with your cock?!
C: Yeah..... Kind of?
W: stop avoiding the question! Did you fuck her?!?!
C: NO!! I told you I gave her my dna. How hard is it to understand?
W: how?! Tell me how she got pregnant if you, sort of, kind of put your cock or your dna inside of her?
C: fine it was a syringe (lul can be a euphamism for his cock lul). I jerked off in a store and into a syringe and gave my sperm to her.

He could have, y'know, just act like a rational human being and talked with everybody and see if he could donate his sperm. But as human beings, I guess that was too hard?
 
Oh god, it's this thread.

This thread has me realizing that I might think that humanity as a whole is a mistake. Some people are really sick in the head.
 
Cat confessor:

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He could have, y'know, just act like a rational human being and talked with everybody and see if he could donate his sperm. But as human beings, I guess that was too hard?
That wouldn't have been an option as one of the parties had no interest in another child.
 
Wow SIL dude. You have potentially screwed up your relationship with your entire family, including the unborn child, if this comes out.

And the amazing thing? There is an honest-to-God chance that fetus belongs to your sister-in-law's husband. This happens all the time when honest couples use birth control. And if they weren't having sex? Well.....

It's incredible because unless the kids looks like you (whoops!), or a paternity test happens, you will never -actually- know.
 
I feel like my veins are poisoned by anger. There is no nobility in failure. The world owes me nothing, all my failings are my own. It's all a festering wound that's sealed shut and I don't know how to fix it.

Well... okay?
 
This is literally one of the grossest ever

I have a disgusting habit. You see, every now and then, I get really constipated. I used to suffer for ages in the bathroom just to get a little turd piece out, with blood.

Until I decided to wet my finger with water, stick it in and fish the shit out. I push my index finger in until I find a piece, hook my finger around, and pull, in a come hither motion. It comes out much easily that way. I then clean my finger with toilet paper, and if needed, go in for a second time, or a third, until I'm empty.

I then wash my finger really thoroughly with lots of soap untill all the shit residue is gone, then I go about my day. I wonder how many people do this? Sometimes I worry where people I shake hands with have put theirs before, knowing what I do. After all, they may not wash so well as I do afterwards, and even then, sometimes I can smell some shit under my nail even after really scrubbing it in the sink.

I am trying to improve my diet so that I don't get constipated so oftem, and I am trying to break this habit, but every now and then, i still do it. I mean, it comes out so easily like that...
 
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