Get it off your chest, anon. Confess your sins. Write somebody a letter...

Please stop talking about your gay bf

i am very sad and need someone to hug me. If i did then I wouldn't have to use ketamine. i boughta shark and put its fins at my hips and that helped for a while. I am young but wish I could wear a bag over my head until i get ffs because then I would be happy and potentially likeable and could wear the clothes that make me happy. tonight i can't stop crying. i have to sleep in a couple hours as i need to get up at 7am and it is 11:34.

i've cheated on my fiancee twice with men and still sext strangers

as a teen I would piss and cum in my own mouth. I still can only come that way

sorry for killing the thread.

Tell the anonymous crowd something you can't tell anyone else.

Im a cum addicted faggot

I chase trannies because I am addicted to shemale porn, I ended up getting to the point of considering them the normal partners and can't conceive of myself dating a cis girl or an exclusive bottom tranner

recently i (ftm) went to a trans support group because im thinking about starting T soon and farted really loud and blamed it on the transwomen sitting next to me and everyone believed me and she got so upset that she walked out of the meeting crying

porn addicted bisexual cis woman

I once dated a bisexual girl who was into incest, aliens, futas, beasts, and heavier stuff. And yes, she was cis. Those fuckers put the AGP trannies to shame.

Saw a tweet that said "the average man is hornier than the average woman. But the horniest woman will look at the most depraved shit the horniest man can barely stomach" and its so god damn accurate.

I'm so much into cuckolding and I hate it. I think it's because I'm a bisexual guy. I enjoy hot guys a lot but I'm also submissive, especially for women, so it manifests in a very strong cuckold fetish.
And it's really humiliating

I feintly, feintly remember attempting to "pleasure myself" in class when I was like in 5th grade before I knew that I was being a degenerate and I think a girl looked around and looked dead into my eyes, there's a good 70% chance this never actually happend and I just conjured it up, but it eats me up all the time and to this day I have absolutely no fucking idea if it really did happen and even if it did, why I did it.

Aside from that in terms of latest sins I whore myself to people on the internet for attention that's about it

I am the reppoon version of an agp sissy. I've put boxers on and gotten turned on by it. Also I don't want a dick because I'm addicted to gooning and I associate my vag with pleasure from jerking off five times a day. I guess I probably have a porn addiction because I can't not touch myself when ever I'm alone and I don't get shit done because of it. I was supposed to go to an event and I missed it to jack off. I probably shouldn't go on T because it's not a good idea to make my libido any higher than it is

i would give you a hug anon but you probably dont live anywhere near me. c'est la vie

<3 thanks. i'm gonna try to sleep now. have a great day

rest well anon

I miss you so goddamn bad...
You fucking...

It's very true that nobody gets away with lying to themselves. Coping mechanisms that don't address how you really feel are all documented by your nervous system as a sign of weakness that needs to be corrected no matter how strong you tell yourself you are. Intellectually I know I don't need to hurt you, you will hurt yourself. But emotionally there's a void. That's how I feel, even if I know you're miserable nothing will bring me catharsis but physical violence. Until I get that I can only defend myself and all confrontations are neutral at best. The things I would do if I could touch you. I'm no badass. When I'm done with you and my world comes back into focus I would probably throw up, cry, scream. Not with any particular emotion or maybe many emotions at once. And that's good, that's my humanity leaving my body. That's what I need. Every year every day it just keeps on building up inside of me. A wee bit here a teensy bit there. I would show you what that's like, for your body to become a living hell you can't escape. Everybody has always seen me as a non threat, just something they can offload stress onto to distract themselves. But you can't get rid of reality that easily.

i still love you

i did that to myself once when I was 4

I really don't care what happens in my life. i'm always chilling. i've never felt so happy, content and at peace, ever in my life. i don't know what caused it. i can't tell anybody because, objectively, my life is pretty ass rn. my parents yell at me cuz I shouldn't be so happy during a not happy time. they and my brother thinks I've gone crazy. i'm not . i've never been so good. i never want to kill myself anymore. i don't have my usual emotions and perspective anymore. i'm not that miserable bitch anymore . life is amazing

everything is so beautiful. i'm in a cloud . no. in heaven. did I die or something? it all feels perfect

I think I'm a sexual masochist and I'm debilitatingly ashamed of it. and i realize everyone is apparently these days, and i realize it's a kind of unserious and unsympathetic problem to have, and that no one cares, and that it's "not that big a deal", but oh my god it makes me so upset. i'm just genuinely appalled with myself. it's not uncommon for me to spend hours lying in bed doing nothing but fantasizing in vivid detail about being raped. not even touching myself, just lying there thinking about it (psychotic). from the moment I began to experience sexual thoughts (i think when i was like, 12? 13?) I thought about that. Even as a child I'd think about being kidnapped, and abused, and made to do things, and have things done to me. I still think about that. It genuinely feels like a really big part of who I am despite how badly I wish it wasn't, just because of how often and how deeply I think about it. it's such an all-consuming feeling. it feels like this pit of evil inside me, like I'm a horrible person. sometimes it feels like what I want more than anything else in the entire world. sometimes it makes me cry. I know it's a horrible thing, no part of me thinks anyone deserves to be treated that way (anyone but me). I don't know where it comes from. I'm not a SA victim (as far as I can remember), I've literally never watched porn in my entire life I just use my imagination. I genuinely think it's just a natural part of who I am, and that scares me so much more.
I'm a virgin too (20yo mtf), and I'm absolutely terrified of having sex. I'm worried I'm incapable of being attracted to normal people, in normal ways. I can't imagine being in a relationship with someone who treats me as an equal. I want to be lesser. I want to be loved, but I can't imagine being loved in a normal way for two adults. I want to be loved in the same way you would love a child, or a pet, or something like that... I want to be looked down on. I hate it so so much.

i think i might be some kind of sociopath. my sense of shame is broken after feeling it so intensely for so long just for existing and now i violently swing between sadism or complete indifference to other people's feelings and feelings of crippling overwhelming guilt and fear that the other people in my life would reject me if they knew me for who i am.
i'm mtf which makes it worse because one of the few insecurities i have is the rapehon stereotype even though i'm smaller than most cis women and i pass easily

The first step to changing this is to actually jump as high as you can and land on my penis.

I don't love my girlfriend. More often than not she actually gets on my nerves, but I won't leave her. She cooks, cleans, and is more horny than I am, so I can put up with her whining for the most part. I don't think not loving her is a big problem either. I tell her I do, I buy her nice things, support her through her transition, all kinds of shit, as far as she's concerned I love her plenty. I don't think it's a compatibility issue, I feel this way about my family and friends as well. I was diagnosed with PTSD which I understand can affect your emotional depth, so I'm assuming it's that.

i don't understand how that would help...

My tummy hurts a bit

go shit girl

thus a chaser is born

everytime I jerk off I feel discusted with myself, I remember jerking off to what my groomer told me to do as a kid and I start crying while doing it, makes me feel sick. I have to rinse my hands for half an hour to feel clean. I have to hit myself to pay for my sins of being a gross pervert. I want to die

i am glad you are out of my life

jan li a pakala

i can't imagine being in a normal relationship dynamic. the only attractive kind of relationship to me is one where i'm a slave or servant, cannot make decisions for myself and follow the orders of a woman who routinely abuses me

what would be so bad about dating a nice man who helps you become a better person

sorry, man
should've stuck with you
wonder if you're doing alright or if you're even alive
haven't found an obituary for you so i guess you must at least be alive
hope i run into you again some day but it'd probably be better for you if i didn't

there there's my stupid fuckin letter

i was raised by parents that treated me as an extension of themselves and gave me zero autonomy so im not used to it, im scared of standing up for myself and feel much more at ease being an instrument rather than my own person

i want that but also he hits me sometimes and manhandles me and talks down to me and teases me and

i said the n-word on Anon Babble and now i feel bad :(

i don’t think i can ever be loved, i think it’s a failing idea i have time to time; but i’ve never talked to someone who cares about me as much as i do them, and it’s just soul crushing knowing that no one even likes me as much as i like them? am i just that unlikable? i just don’t think i deserve anything anymore. idk it just hurts praying and loving and doing everything for a guy and never getting anything back from them, maybe i cause it on myself by going after people who will just never give me that?

xoxo ellie <3

I wish every positive sexual memory or association I had didn't bring on an emotional ache because it makes me think of you and I haven't let myself be with anyone in the years since

no one deserves anything, not the good or the bad
shit just happens
you should also not presume to know how much other people care, and you probably shouldn't worry about it either
instead, worry about whether the way they behave is good enough for you

well that’s what i mean silly, i know they don’t care because they don’t act like it; rarely do i see effort or care put into things; i spent 20 hours hand crafting gifts for my ex bf and then he cheated on me and blamed me; it’s literally just no one even gives a fuck

Two people this is to. To my ex. I'm sorry I treated you like shit. I was immature and abusive and you deserved better. I hope you're doing ok. I don't miss the endless arguments. I'm sure you don't either. There was a time when the relationship served us both, and we should have ended it so much sooner before it deteriorated.
This second one is to my old friend. I hope your mind gets under control. I'd love to have a conversation with you. How you live your life depresses me. You had so much potential, still do. I hope you quit the jailbait eventually you sick motherfucker. You're not as much of a sociopath as you think, but also, you're more of a sicko than you realize. I just hope you tell your therapists everything and you sort your fucking shit out. I wanted to build that project with you. I would have taken it all the way with you. I had to jump ship to save myself. I'm glad I'm over you romantically. Understanding a degree of my limerence was an attempt to try and control your creepo behavior and keep you out of trouble helped me undo it. I can't wait to reclaim the lost friendships that you made me lose in order to protect whatever specifics of your vision you were trying to protect. I will rebuild my life. I hope you rebuild yours too.

then it sounds like you gotta find some other sorts of people to be around
everybody can be loved, and (i think?) everybody can love
keep looking dummy you'll figure it out just don't get stuck being a doomer about it

I secretly hope someone finds themselves in great danger near me so that I can sacrifice my life for theirs. I feel like there's no other way for me to exist.

i think i do need to sulk about it a bit, im just tired; i dont think it’ll ever really change… idk fuck this tranny life

i have failed you and myself. everyone.
the hatred you have of me is justified.
i wish so much to be able to let go, but i am so afraid of it too.
you deserve it though...
you are so much better than me.

S
i already forgave you for what you did, i'm not really sure what your game plan here was. maybe you just regretted it? you seemed to like it quite a bit in the moment. i hope you're doing alright.

I used to think I was bi but I'm just not attracted to men. And yet the only person who didn't treat me horribly was the one gay guy I "dated" in highschool. All the women I've had relationships, or the makings of a relationship with, have universally come out as lesbian. My interests tend to put me in proximity to trans women. Decent amount of signs in just that alone but the idea of transitioning just to have a partner is disgusting to me. I don't want any other aspect but that seems like the only theoretical way I could ever have a relationship but I have met extremely few women who see men as real people, and none that didn't do exceedingly cruel things to them. I've developed a complex about morality now, and I believe to reach the absurdity of my 'standards' would require someone to be extremely strong willed and principled in ways I don't think anyone will ever realistically reach. Any woman that started to would pretty much be set for life well before they hit 'the mark'. I've come to accept I'll be alone forever and in that I've come to accept I don't want to live out that life, and I can't imagine anyone else would either. I've gotten more and more bitter by the ways in which I've been betrayed and it's probably better for everyone that I just don't continue, rather than risk the possibility of me radicalizing.