I need to come clean. Anybody want to hear it? You read my confession I read yours

I need to come clean. Anybody want to hear it? You read my confession I read yours.

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I starve myself because going to a store and purchasing food, ultimately being forced to talk to strangers challenges my anxiety.


your turn

I work at a grocery store, odds are there's someone working there with more anxiety than you, force yourself to go, you'll be glad you did

How do are you still alive? As in, how have you not killed yourself from depression?

and i, put way, too many, commas

Be me (ancient fag)
Become a drug dealer
A couple years later you murder three of your friends.
You get away with it because nobody else even knows they're dead.
The one person who might probably does not care.
A year after that you start doing heroin because you can't live with the guilt everyday. That becomes such a problem you switch it up for other drugs.
You go through about 10 jobs a year you've gone so insane.
You fall in love with your high school sweetheart, suddenly have everything you ever wanted.
Except you're so insane you never feel anything except terror.
I see the ghosts of my victims like it was, "American Werewolf in London"
they won't leave me alone.
I'm doing so much blow I could die anytime I go to shred some powder.
My average holding a job is now two months.
I just want to be able to survive so my sweetheart doesn't have to lose me.
I think I need help. Whatchu think?

Haven't got the balls to do so.
I fear that the day after I kill myself would be the day my life could've started improving.
Plus it would fuck up my family, and I care too much what other people think, hence the anxiety.

After looking for work for a while I found a job but its awful. I'm too proud to tell anyone i fucking hate it but I do. Its just real bad man. But I'll keep doing it obviously i'm not a fucking succubus.

>Be me (ancient fag)
>Become a drug dealer
>A couple years later you murder three of your friends.
>You get away with it because nobody else even knows they're dead.
>The one person who might probably does not care.
>A year after that you start doing heroin because you can't live with the guilt everyday. That becomes such a problem you switch it up for other drugs.
>You go through about 10 jobs a year you've gone so insane.
>You fall in love with your high school sweetheart, suddenly have everything you ever wanted.
>Except you're so insane you never feel anything except terror.
>I see the ghosts of my victims like it was, "American Werewolf in London"
>they won't leave me alone.
>I'm doing so much blow I could die anytime I go to shred some powder.
>My average holding a job is now two months.
>I just want to be able to survive so my sweetheart doesn't have to lose me.
>I think I need help. Whatchu think?

I think that boipussy is better than girlpussy

Wow you really are crazy, you posted it, added the >'s and then reposted it. Nice work you murderous druggo.

Uh. I recommend confessing to a priest, anonymously, in another town you don't live in, followed by a Narcotics Anonymous or Rehab stint.

Slow clap

Thanks for being honest G

>U r teh gai.

Also; Why'd you kill them?

Nah. You wouldn’t be here. Cool story.

I killed the first one cuz I had to. The last two was because I started developing a taste for it and I'm sure I thought I had a reason at the time.

>Thinking you can trust a priest.

This isn’t 1952.

I think that literally every gay or trans person or like anyone else under that lgbt category is unbearable. Like they're just the worst people. Think they're fucking special, talking down to people. Absolutely unbearable. I honestly unironically think that the straight male (white or otherwise it doesnt matter this is gender not race) is well on the way to becoming the socially stigmatised grouping. Like its so hard to be a fucking dude these days. Wheres all this privelage ive been told so much about? How come all I see is concessions being made for these annoying fucks?

Its fine if you don't believe me. I'm not looking to have my murderous ego stroked, I need help.

lolololololol

I'd just trying to confess and hear confession. Your opinion matter but I'm sure there's a better place for it.

Anxiety is so awful. I live with a damn near crippling terror all the time now. I feel for you. Thanks for sharing.

It's what happens when people live in a 1st world country.
They create drama over trivial things because they don't have to face with the problems the rest of the world has to.

Get help, then. Shit can only get worse.

:)

The confession is that one of my best friends recently outed themselves as trans and they've already become just awful. I hate them now, but I'm afraid to admit it anywhere but here

I want to kill myself all the time. The only reason I don't is because of how it would hurt others. I know the ghosts of my victims are wondering when I'm coming over to chill all the time.

My only advice for that would be to (try) to love them anyway. Or just never speak to them again. Life is short, it can be really short. Do you need to be free of it, or do you need to figure out how to love your friend again. IDK I couldn't tell you that boss.

Thanks

> the ghosts of my victims are wondering when I'm coming over to chill all the time
If you're a Christian, you won't chill with your victims.
They are in heaven because of the suffering you caused them, and you'll be in hell for playing God.
If atheist, there's really no chill in the afterlife-limbo, which is in itself chilling.

Suicide is pointless as it is avoiding the problem (permanently), not solving it.

That's every job for me. And when it isn't, I get fired for missing work because I snapped off and went tearing around town doing all teh drugz

That's one of the most fucked things about it! Right? I am an atheist, I know there is no hell, I know the ghosts aren't really there. Sometimes I think its just my conscience fighting to survive. Trying to force me to answer to it.

2nd confession.
Now that im such a basket case, my girlfriend provides for me because she thinks I'm just a drug addict who loves her more than anyone else does.
Two reasons I want help
1 dont want her to come home to find I popped my own dome
2 I have to start pulling my own weight again

>2nd confession.
>Now that im such a basket case, my girlfriend provides for me because she thinks I'm just a drug addict who loves her more than anyone else does.
>Two reasons I want help
>1 dont want her to come home to find I popped my own dome
>2 I have to start pulling my own weight again

It could be worse, you're trying to do your job and keep hallucinating gore threads.

I'll bet you're good and something where you could be the boss. I'd probably be pablo escobar had I never gone insane. Just wait till you have some real freedom and go chasing your dreams down.

I once lubed up a pig then released it into a shopping mall so I could watch security try to catch it.

as an older user who lost a business, had tax problems, got caught by wife cheating with hookers, and is an alcoholic, i would say you definitely have problems and need help. this shit is fucked up.
no idea who can give you therapy though, I think they'd all have to turn you in if you confessed, right?

your quads confirm that you are a golden god if this is true

I'm Negan.

You win this thread sir. (furious clap)

Turning me in does no good if I refuse to talk beyond what I told you guys. Also, they don't have to report you if you can convince them you won't kill again. I haven't since number three.

I AM NEGAN

Not gonna lie you sound spoiled as all kinds of fuck

height/weight?

I AM NEGAN!

I might have thrown the one true love of my life away because I couldn't handle a period of mental instability (for both of us) and decided that I wasn't strong enough to fight anymore.

And ever since, everything is telling me that it was the wrong decision. But I can't see how I could go back, not after what was said in the break up period.

My opinion is that it is worth it. When I reunited with my sweetie I honed in on her like a rock hard heat seekin missile and I wasn't giving up. Since my psychosis has gotten worse...she is all that keeps me moving. I would be dead without her. Maybe you can be that for your lady. Maybe she is intolerable liability that will only drag you down.

if there's love you'll be fine, you might need a break for a bit. Losing yourself (stress?) is something a partner wants to see... secretly. Its a little window in to your flaws, so just give love. If they dont love you yeah but, i assume "threw my life away" means you both have a lot going on with each other

You're onto something there chief

"I've got a leather jacket! I've got Lucille! And my nutsack is MADE OF STEEL"
-Me (Negan) 2017

A therapist is LEGALY not aloud to share any inside information with ANYONE. If you confess to a crime they will not tell the police. The ONLY way they will speak out, is if you make a threat to kill someone. Then they are required by law to tell that person and or the police

Would call bullshit, but eh you know
Check'd

> I have a wife and a six year old son
> I hate them both because slowly it feels like they are sucking the life out of me
> When I fuck her it feels like a chore and I never feel happy around my son.
> I am bored and I hate my job where I have to teach boring subjects o uninterrested teens
> I fucked a female student and got her pregnant and convinced her to get an abortion, which she did
> I fucked several female colleagues out of boredom who probably did it for the same reason. We fucked at school just to make it interesting and got caught by our boss. He didn't even care..
> Now that isn't even interesting anymore. Turns out he fucks them as well and wants to compare notes.. I don't. I have no interest in joining the "we fuck them" club.
> Last summer I took a class to a foreign trip and one of the more androgynous male students was bullied for being gay. I consoled him by fucking his boipussy and letting him fuck me. Surprisingly, I kind of liked that.
> I have paid a tranny to fuck me a few times since and have worn womens clothing on a few of those occasions.
> I like being the girl in that scenario and have paid a muscular escort to degrade me into a sissy making me suck his dick and swallow his cum. I secretly love it..
> I want to tie up my waife and rape her with a fucking machine till she goes into an orgasmic stupor and then strangle her just to see the life drain from her eyes..

Sorry, I can't type anymore, I have a class to teach, but there is more..

If you feel like you can't go back, maybe you shouldn't. I'm pretty much fearless of anything rational being a complete psychopath and even I revile revisiting uncomfortable shit. But that's me being a big hypocrite. Because my lady will probably never leave me behind. If you are trying to be there for someone with mental health you have no guarantee it'll work out. You have to decide if rolling the dice is worth it. Thanks for confessing G

I say words like cuck and kek unironically.

nice trips. ok then see a therapist. you need it bad.

I can stress this enough - EXCERSIZE
Find the motivation inside you to benefit yourself. I promise you will feel better mentally and then when you see physical improvement it will benefit you further, mentally.

Also, you can order groceries online, at least in my country.

Good luck bro, you can do it.

fake & gay

Now that! IS A CONFESSION. Bravo sir, I was wondering when something half as scary as me was going to walk in here.

I needed another laugh. Thanks mane.

Belissimo!

I wish I was lying G. I really do.

threat to kill OR have killed someone. also therapist are shit,

You see, the upside to being a psychotic serial killer who is dead inside is that its very hard to get under my skin. I just don't have the pieces to be offended by inconsiderate people.

Whole heartedly agree. Ive had one before. Dregs

Im not sure, I really believe it remains confidential until you promise to harm or kill again. On the other, bloody, hand; confidentiality agreements are just pieces of paper and people shit on the rulez all the time in this cesspool we call society.

Take it from me teach, you don't really want to strangle your wife to death. You could end up like me where her fucking decaying corpse is following you around, whispering shit in your ear all the time. Don't be a killer unless you absolutely have to, but if you have to, just do it, don't blink.

Okay, I put the fuckers to work with an assignement. Gives me some time to continue my post.

> I have a woodshed that I recently stocked up with tools. My wife thinks I'm into woodworking as a hobby.
> I have become interested in torture porn and all I fantasize about is making contraptions to bind and hurt women with.
> I bought a cnc router and learned fusion360 to design and make things that float around in my mind. I get excited about the possibillities of taking away a womans free will and subjecting it to mine.
> I dream about making a metallic pole that is to be inserted into a vagina and can be electrified and forces the woman to stand up enduring endless orgasms till her legs collapse and she kills herself by intestinal puncture.
> Or an electric straightjacket bodysuit that leaves the boobs and pussy exposed and that essentially tases the wearer into a stupor.
> I want to rent a cabin with a cellar I can convert to a holding cell to keep a few woman in for a while, so I have them at my disposal when the urge gets me.
> It needs to be remote so no one hears them scream and I can burry the bodies somewhere when I'm done with them
> And even that doesn't really excite me.
> I am an emotionless drone scurrying through life looking for a glimmer of excitement.
> I wish I had never gone to afghanistan..

Right? Once things get real and you get crispy even super freaky shit doesn't do it anymore. Do you think going to afghanistan did this to you?

I used to have recurring fantasies about slitting this chick's throat ear to ear, but I didn't do it. She almost became #4.

> I'm probably just gonna end up making namesigns for the neighbours and vases for the wife.
> I'm never gonna tell anybody about my thoughts and live long enough to die of a heart attack leaving a grieving wife and son and a community thinking I was always such a nice neighbour and great a teacher.
> I am just one of many, a legion of people, thinking my thoughts but restraining them.
> The store clerk packing your groceries, the office manager ordering your copying paper, the gas attendant filling up your car.
> We smile and greet you, but in our minds we rape and kill you in the most gruesome ways.
> Be happy you are still alive for we walk amongst you and it doesn't take much to make us snap..

I've never had a special interest in hurting women. All my victims are men, but that is only because the business is mostly men.

user, cool posts but you're getting a bit carried away. We all dream of mad Shit. Get a fucking grip of yourself.

My humble opinion is that making it real isn't worth it teach. But I'm just hearing confession, I can't judge. If you got to try and be the apex predator I guess that's just you.

Out of respect for homie's madness I strongly recommend readin his whole confession. The last three in green are him.

> The things i've done.. They have made me do..
> There is no "fun" way to be in a war, no matter what your computer game says.
> There is no high fiving going on when you stand as a team, covered in insurgeants blood and brains.
>These games do not have you dragging out headless corpses and towing away corpse filled burned out SUV's from a village so the locals can continue their everyday lives at the end of a match.
> They don't give you the smell of three day old corpses at the end of a match or the sight of six beheaded girls no older than 10 as a "victory"image, do they..

I've done some mentoring youths, and service jobs, stuff where I'm supposed to be trusted. Sometimes it hurts more than anything else, looking at my proteges, being proud, knowing they would be so hurt if they knew what a monster I am.

They certainly don't, I suppose that would be entirely too honest for someone trying to have fun. Some people will never know what it is to drag around a corpse that's stiff as a board. I envy that innocence sometimes.

Hmmz.. I never thought about this untill now, but I cannot remeber any of them being stiff as a board. Maybe |'m remembering it wrong, who knows. I have tried to forget so much shit I don't know anymore..
This country needed us to be monsters and they succeeded in desensitizing us to the point I have trouble feeling anything anymore..

I really appreciate your honesty. Some days when I'm feeling really psycho, I feel like I'm the only one. I do hope you aren't suffering too much, its hell being a monster in world that needs us and hates us all at once.

Victim #1 I couldn't cope with what I did, I just kind of chilled there with the body for hours and hours when I finally had to pick it up that corpse was so stiff I could have put four legs underneath it and eaten breakfast on it.

I've cheated on my gf of 5 years many times, never been caught and hardly ever regretted it

As I understand it there are many factors that dictate how stiff a dead body will be if you let it sit. I don't remember how stiff the last two where. But dragging that first one down the train tracks, I'll never forget. I wish I could I really do.

You think she would be hurt if she knew the truth?

You come into this world as a normal person. Normal people dont kill people', at least, I think they don't.
To them, that is a problem,
They need you to kill to win a war.
So first they teach you to kill and they are very good at that. It's actually easy. The human body is very fragile and the smallest things can kill you with frightning efficiency..
Then they teach you to kill for them. Be a patriot. Support freedom. Defend against hatred and so on..
Then they teach you to do it without thinking.
Follow orders, be the team yadda yadda yadda.
And just like that, you are a drone, to be sent at their discretion to kill anyone, anywhere at any time, they see fit.
When your tour is up, they forget about you and you need to figure out how to be "normal again. Everyday life all of a sudden feels like a veil covering a truth the world does not want to see. But you have seen it. How do you "Be normal" after that?

Even though I admitted to my ex that I cheated with her best friend and me and her argued.. I still miss her. I still kept her nudes to make myself feel a bit better but it makes me miss her more and more.. I've actually fapped to them..

Pic related it's her new boyfriend

Anyways, I didn't want to hijack this thread into a "horros of war" thread. I just wanted to confess my deepest darkest thoughts. Sorry for the sidetrack..

I don't think you can be normal after that. I've given up on feeling normal. I'll settle for getting my coke habit under control and being sure my GF is never going to find me slumped over my desk having blasted my own head off. One thing that makes me feel normal is pretending, just practicing the charade. But then whenever something reminds you you're the boogeyman it hurts me more.

No that was nice I just popped in now and that was super deep dude

Don't be sorry, half the reason I made this thread is that I needed to here from someone who can really relate. I wish our culture had more respect for veterans and the mental hardships thrust on you guys.

I have another confession to make...
and I know not a single person here will believe me, but I'll confess anyway.


I'm 99% I have figured out infinite energy, but I'm too scared to make it, and release it, because it will put a target on me and my family not to mention the chaos it would plunge the world into, the way it could be weaponized.
I'm only 99% because in the last 8 years nothing I have found anywhere says it wouldn't work.

It would completely change the way we look at electricity, and it would require almost all current technology to adopt it, which in itself is a big thing.
But I'm just sure I'm not the first who's had this idea, and I'm certain it's been tried and succeeded before, only to be silenced and removed.
But I'm just too scared.
I'm not scared it wouldn't work, that would come as a blessing.
I'm scared it will, and I would not be able to keep it from humanity as a whole, so it would be leaked for everyone to make.
Which means it would be weaponized as fast (or even faster) than general use.
But Sup Forums, it's infinite energy. It's not renewable energy, it's not a magnetic generator, it's not any of the "ideas" people seem to focus on. It's literally nothing that has approached energy and science in this way, and like I'm said, nothing I've read anywhere (and I've been reading a lot) has pointed to it being impossible.


So Sup Forums, there you have it.
What would you do in this situations? Even if you don't believe I can do what I say, what if you could do it? What would you do?

You, who have seen war, how much would the devastation of the world through wars increase with infinite energy?
To put it into perspective, you could easily carry this in a back pack for a weapon, you could easily use Tesla's wireless energy to transfer energy from the source in a large radius.

I have a bad feeling that we could easily destroy ourselves before putting the technology to good use...

I wish there was a good reason I became a monster. But there hardly is. My crimes hardly had a point and that makes me want to kill myself even more. You were a soldier, you can know you had to kill. My crimes...I don't think any of them had to happen. Maybe #1

Aight aight now I'm just getting trolled hard for sure.

And if you're not trollin me, better not let Halliburton or Enbridge find out about that shit or you'll be following one of their hitmen around for all eternally hauntin dat ass just like my people

Kill ur self you weak man

See, that's the problem with this. I wish I was trolling, and even for the sake of my sanity I am in a way telling me I am trolling, that I will never actually go through with making it.

I mean, if I were certain it wouldn't work, I'd have made it years ago because then I could let it go.
But I'm way too scared, and like you said, what would stop these people from weaponizing it in a massive scale and enslaving the world completely?

But for the sake of continuing this conversation, indulge me. Ask me anything, tell me what you would do in this spot.

I feel you mane, the first girl I ever really loved, I'll never throw out the pics of us doing it. Are you confessing to being normal? If so, good for you.