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No topic is off limits, and nothing is too personal.
You can leave your secrets here.
No topic is off limits, and nothing is too personal.
You can leave your secrets here.
I learned something about my friends Mona and Belle that every time I look at them it makes me sick to my stomach. I have trouble remembering when I thought they were sweet open-minded girls. I try being open-minded and accepting their opinion on the fact that they think being gay is disgusting and whoever is gay is an utter disgrace to everyone around them and they should be normal. To them, that’s a disease. But I can’t. I can’t believe that people still think that way now. It’s heartbreaking to me.
I’m a girl, and I’m gay. And I’ve been thinking about it since 7th grade. And it’s really getting at me that no one knows, because it’s such a big part of who I am. I have no idea who to tell, when, where, OR HOW. I’m freaking out. Because I need to come out soon.
I’m lonely but I don’t think I’m emotionally equipped to have a relationship. If I was, what girl would date me anyway? I don’t want to be alone forever.
I’m completely infatuated by this girl in school, and I decided to tell her friends, who surprisingly told me straight away that the other day she was talking about me and how she thinks I’m good looking. They then told her I felt the same way about her, but apparently all she had to say was ”cool”, and now she’s with someone else. I’m so sick of having expectations and hopes that just keep getting knocked down. I’m so sick of really falling for people and falling hard. Normally they never like me back, but the one time they do they lose interest. I’m so lonely and sick of being attracted to unavailable people. Maybe I’m just picky, because people actually do like me. But I’m never attracted to the people who actually like me and talk to me. Ironic.
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In response to that last secret: try going to a chiropractor. I used to have the same problem with urinary incontinence, until I was thirteen. Going to a chiropractor really helped. I had a twisted vertebrae next to the part of the spinal cord that is linked to bladder control. I hope this helps. I know how it feels to go through what you're going through.
Thanks, anon.
I hope that the previous submitter sees this.
I suffer from the shame and humiliation of poor bladder control. I wet myself almost everyday, and because this happens, I’ve had no choice but to wear diapers. It’s hard being my age and coping with the fact that I still need to wear diapers, and it angers me that in all these years, no doctor has been able to treat or explain the problem. I just have to manage the problem, alone. I feel like there’s no one my age and still in diapers. It’s pathetic.
You cheated on me, and I finally forced you to admit it a while ago. The only thing is, I went through your messages and saw everything way before I started pushing you to tell me. The reason I don’t text you first is it’s so hard for me to try and be “friends.” You say you don’t know if you’re still in love with me, but I know I’m still in love with you. You were my girlfriend AND best friend. A girlfriend can cheat on you once and I can forgive that, but for a best friend to utterly destroy your trust and cripple you emotionally… that’s just cruel.
The sad part is… I would take you back and hold you tight, if you could only face what you did, and REALLY talk about it… J to C.
I’ve never told this to anyone. Ever. Around this time last year, I lied to a friend who was a cutter—and suicidal at the time—that I was a cutter too. I have always been depressed and suicidal but she still wouldn’t listen to me until I told her that lie. Since then, I’ve become so wrapped up in that lie that I’ve started cutting. And now I can’t stop. I just wanted her to not feel alone. I’m so selfish and stupid! I’m miserable, now, and addicted!
I’m scared that I’ll never be good enough to have the future I want.
I promised my family & friends that I would stop cutting… but nobody checks under your breasts…
