NotTheGuyYouKill
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#bullshitradar
I'm gonna work on my bs radar lol
I'm gonna work on my bs radar lol
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.
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.
Anita Zarkeesian and Zoe Quinn?Who is Anita, Brianna, and Zoe?
Also, this sounds like she tried to rape you.
Anita Zarkeesian and Zoe Quinn?
Sounds like someone's trying to start a rumour.
Anita Zarkeesian and Zoe Quinn?
Sounds like someone's trying to start a rumour.
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.At the UN?
I just took it out. lol, that one's gotta be bs.
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.
Yeah. Seems more like an attempt to smear he name again.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.
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?
The strap on part screams total BS. Kinda like the syringe in SIL impregnator.
Man, after all that, you couldn't even knock her up in the way nature intended. You did it the least fun way.
No way is the cat one real.
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.
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.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.
Damn, son. Ain't no revenge like balls deep revenge.
Aw, I missed it.Thank you for taking that Zoe Quinn one out, fuck who ever wrote that shit.
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.
Man, after all that, you couldn't even knock her up in the way nature intended. You did it the least fun way.
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.
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.
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.
That wouldn't have been an option as one of the parties had no interest in another child.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?
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.
I'm imagining Ted Mosby posting this, frustrated that his ambitions in the world of architecture were dashed. He's wearing a sweater vest and angry typing with some cafe au lait beside him.Well... okay?
Well... okay?
Well... okay?
I'm imagining Ted Mosby posting this, frustrated that his ambitions in the world of architecture were dashed. He's wearing a sweater vest and angry typing with some cafe au lait beside him.
Once we're on the next page I have a few more to drop
Well... okay?
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...