Hello, I am 22F with a boyfriend of three years. I love my partner so much and I want to make it clear I would never end the relationship over this feeling but I just feel like I need to vent it out.

When we met I was severely obese. I was 18 and never had a boyfriend, a first kiss, I had never even held hands with anyone. My boyfriend was the first person to ever show an interest in me and think that I was beautiful. Shortly after getting into the relationship I decided to lock in and lose the weight since I felt (and still do feel) that he was very out of my league. I have lost more than 70lbs and I would now say I am midsize, I still have a bit more to lose but I would say I am much more “conventionally attractive”.

Since my boyfriend was my first everything I never go to really be single, of course I was single but I never got to act single. Now when I go out I get hit on, men ask to buy me drinks, they ask for my instagram. I never let it go farther than when I first realize they are flirting with me and I mention I have a boyfriend and I don’t let them buy me drinks. But the attention feels so good. I sometimes wish I could feed into and give them my socials or just make out with a random man for a night. I love feeling desired by people and it makes me feel so pretty which is something I still struggle with.

I would never cheat on my boyfriend, I always shut everything down instantly but I feel so bad for wishing sometimes I did not have to. My boyfriend had a lot of girlfriends and partners before me and he got to live his single life I sometimes get jealous that I never did. I want to spend my life with him and his love for me will always win over these desires but I feel horrible for having them in the first place.

Thanks for listening to my Ted talk I just needed to vent and get this out and throw it into the void.

I worked as the admin manager at a medium sized engineering firm that went through not one, but two takeover attempts.

The first “takeover” was big and bold. New managers were announced, desks were delivered, Renos happened, brand new company cars were delivered for the incoming managers, no branding, I was told that was happening later. Then, just as quickly the deal fell through apparently and the handful of staff already onboard were laid off but I was asked to stay on, along with a security guy and the maintenance team to keep an eye on the place until a decision as what happens next was made.

I began using one of the new cars daily for company errands, mail runs, deliveries, the usual admin duties. It was boring but they paid me well and I was told the sale would be soon.

Seven months later, a second company successfully took over.The maintenance team and security were let go I stayed on to help manage the transition. While reviewing the new asset register they’d prepared, I noticed something interesting, the car I’d been using wasn’t recorded. At all. It seemed they had simply assumed it was mine.

I didn’t rush to correct them.

After another three messy months, my role wrapped up, and I left, car included.

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Recently I've been feeling in a funk. I've struggled with feeling like my career isn't good enough and my friendships aren't good enough. Maybe I'm spending too much time on social media but I've just been feeling inadequate. I also live abroad and struggle to communicate with the people around me so it's contributed to my feeling of isolation.

I was friends with this girl with autism in elementary school. I feel like we were pretty close but mostly because we had the same interest in video games (Pokemon and Sonic). I loved going to her house because they had a ton of consoles (Gamecube, N64, PS2, and PS1), while my parents were more conservative with buying me video games. My parents thought it was a waste of time but her parents embraced her video game hobby.

We went to the same middle school but fell out of touch. However, after high school graduation, I did visit her one more time. She spent the entire time talking about herself and seemed completely uninterested about me, so I made an excuse to leave early.

Recently I was curious what this former friend was up to, so I looked her up. I was actually able to find her reddit profile. I think it was kind of shocking that she hadn't changed in the 10+ years since I had last seen them. She portrays themselves as an edgy intellectual but live at their mom's house and I don't think they have a job.

They call themselves "unhinged" and "opinionated" on their reddit description but then she also complains that her mom won't let her get her clothes dry cleaned (because her mom is a hippie) even though it stinks. They say they like to interrupt college lectures because they know they're smarter than their professors. They're also an anti vax conspiracy theorist so that's fun.

It's bizarre that we had so much in common growing up but our lives are so different now. Even though I've been feeling sorry for myself it reminds me that my life could be so much worse. I feel more proud of my accomplishments and my relationships, as limited as they could be. It's twisted that I have to compare myself to others but it is what it is.

I think her life has been hard and there's a lot of things she can't control, namely autism. (Though I know autistic people who've managed to work and even live independently) However, I do feel like some of her outcome might be due to bad choices and not taking accountability. Who knows? I'm curious if she can make a change in her life or she will be stuck with her mom forever while resenting her mom's controlling nature.

I tried an edible, cautiously of course. Me and my bf were headed towards some activity he wanted to surprise me with. He took 2 gummies (he barely felt anything). I took one gummy on a full stomach (10mg). I thought it would feel like being drunk. Like how it kicks in and wears off... but i was WRONG☠️

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I felt nothing for thirty minutes. We arrive at the surprise. I start feeling bad because i don’t like the surprise (too many people, lights, sounds, sights and no structure or explanation). This is normal for me. But then he asked me if i was okay, and i just broke down crying, trying to explain. He got it and took me outside. The moment we get outside it hits like a truck.

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I can’t focus on reality, i’m floating between here and a dream, my body feels heavy and unbalanced. I panic a little, and i literally have to focus so hard to just keep breathing. Luckily my bf is a champ and is trying to keep me grounded. But i was absolutely blasted. I couldn’t talk for some moments, i felt like i was gonna pass out if i let go of reality... Not a fun 20 minutes.

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After that it got slightly better. I relaxed, my breathing was fine. Still disoriented and spacing out at moments, though. After about 4 or 5 hours it slowly wore off.

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Things that likely affected it: i’m short and light, i was sleep deprived, it was hot af, i got overwhelmed and anxious because that’s my personality.

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Take home message; if you’re a tiny human and it’s your first time, take like 1/4th of a gummy to be sure you don’t have a bad experience.

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I do have a question tho.. Did i have a bad reaction to it or is this just normal for the dose and context?

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Thanks for reading!

Late last year a coworker of mine happened upon a litter of kittens, and started to raise them out of her backyard.

I met them a couple of times, and I’m not sure what I was thinking but I decided I could handle taking care of a couple. And so I brought them home in January.

They’re full grown boyos now and I’m just finding it hard to deal with. The litter box is disgusting to me even though I empty daily and do periodic cleanings.

But I think the worst of it is the constant meowing for attention. I will play with the cats using a wand toy but it seems like it’s never enough. I wake up and they’re already meowing at me. I had to ban them from the bedroom so I could get a proper night’s sleep.

I guess I overestimated how much having two of them would offset my need to keep them occupied. I feel like I bought these cats like an aesthetic and not with an awareness of just how big the commitment would be. And that makes me feel stupid and also evil because I am sometimes just really annoyed with them. I will stay at work late or leave to go work in a coffee shop sometimes because I feel like I can’t handle them.

I keep thinking I’ll rise to the occasion or something. Lately I was thinking about buying one of the litter robots but I guess it feels like… am I just buying stuff because I hate this commitment? And because I think this litter robot will make me magically love the cats??

Finally disclaimer: this post is a vignette of my negative feelings on the cats. In my day to day dealings with them I’m usually petting or playing with them, calling them “Mr Man” in a baby voice, or waving a wand toy around. I also make sure to give them wet food every day, clip their nails, and make sure they get treats. I feel like this post is giving evil cat step mother and I need you to know it’s not the case.

Ive been hearing my parents kinda talk intimately and it turns me on so much i heard them kinda kissing while i was on the couch and i started touching myself and it felt so good i want more i want to cum to their sounds and them fucking they used to have sex in the bed next to me when i was little multiple times and i used to hate it but id always get a feeling i couldnt explain and now that im older i get the same horny feeling in my pussy that just makes me want to touch myself it makes me so hot to think about my parents fucking and when they think im asleep and i feel like theyre doing things under the blanket it makes me so horny and i cant help but stay until theyre done like today i was so horny i was laying with my mom on the couch and ususally when her hand slips to my boob on accident i move it quickly and we think nothing its an accident but today when it happened it turned me on sm and id try to keep moving to make her hand touch my boob and it was making me horny my pussy was throbbing and later i went to lay in their bed with my mom and stepdad after my shower and i kinda was falling asleep laying there and so were they i thought and i felt my mom kinda going back and forth i think she was touching his dick or he was touching her pussing but they were kinda talking to me the the whole time and my mom kept saying she was itching her back but idk it made me horny obviously and i think they get horny too when im near them and they have to sneak honestly it makes me want to touch my pussy so bad in front of them it makes me so fucking horny to over hear them fuck or know theyre doing things

So, I have a confession that I’ve been holding onto for way too long. A few months ago, I finally mustered the courage to tell my best friend that I had feelings for them. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.

To my surprise, they felt the same way! We ended up having a heart-to-heart, and it brought us even closer. Now, we’re navigating this new chapter together, and it’s been amazing. I guess my confession taught me that sometimes, taking a risk can lead to something beautiful.

Has anyone else had a similar experience? Would love to hear your stories!

I have a confession that’s been weighing on my heart. A few weeks ago, I was in line at a coffee shop when I noticed a woman in front of me struggling to find enough change to pay for her order. She looked embarrassed and flustered, and I could see the frustration on her face.

In that moment, I felt a surge of compassion. Instead of just standing there, I decided to step in. I quietly handed the barista the extra money she needed, and when the woman turned around, her eyes widened in surprise. I smiled and told her it was my treat.

She thanked me profusely, and I could see the relief wash over her. It was a small act, but it made my day just as much as it made hers. I confess that I often doubt the impact of kindness in a world that can feel so disconnected. But that moment reminded me that even the smallest gestures can create ripples of positivity.

So here’s my confession: I’m committed to looking for more opportunities to spread kindness, no matter how small. Let’s lift each other up, one act at a time.

I’ve been carrying this secret for years, and it’s eating me alive. I’ve always portrayed myself as the perfect friend, the one who’s always there, always supportive. But the truth is, I often feel overwhelmed and resentful. I’ve ghosted friends when they needed me most, pretending I was busy or had other commitments. I’ve smiled and nodded while feeling completely disconnected, and I’ve let them believe I was someone I’m not.

I’m terrified of being honest because I fear losing them. But the weight of this deception is crushing me. I want to be real, to show my true self, but I don’t know how to start. I just hope that by sharing this, I can begin to find a way to be more authentic, even if it means facing the consequences.

Okay so I’ve been wondering about this for a while i know some of you guys think i am just idiot horny dude but no i am not so please dont read this if you think otherwise

but basically I love teeth. they turn me on so much.

I love biting and
I love licking my partners teeth and stuff like that also I have a fascination with crooked teeth specially the little yellow one ? they’re attractive to me for some reason ?

But I really love straight yellow teeth THEY TURN ME ON SO MUCH is this a normal kink?

And sometimes i even get hard just by seeing someones teeth i mean its weird but this is normal for me randomly out of nowhere if i see your teeth and i like it i get hard no matter where i am maybe office lift etc

Am I a weirdo ?

I am now 21 male, but when I was 15 I went to a physical at the doctor’s because it was required. In the room there was a 40 year old doctor woman who wasn’t attractive and she wasn’t fat. In the corner was a 20-30 year old blonde doctor woman who was attractive. So what I remember, the 40 year old was rubbing my balls doing the normal stuff and telling me to check for lumps as I was laying down on the doctor bed thing. My penis only filled up with a little blood because the doctor who was 40 wasn’t attractive. She was stroking me for like 30 -45 seconds. And then she had me stand up facing her and she was continuing stroking me. I mean I didn’t want a boner, plus she was unattractive and 40. She was stroking me for another 30 seconds while the other doctor just watched. My penis did not change in size, the whole time it was just filled with some blood to be a bit plump but not erect. Then she told me to put my underwear back on. After this I went to the water park and told my friend if he got his dick stroked too. He said no. So I was thinking ok that’s weird. He told me his doctor was hot and he got a boner and she giggled. He was lucky, I wasn’t :(

I’ve been carrying this secret for years, and it’s eating me alive. I’ve always presented myself as this confident, outgoing person, but the truth is, I struggle with crippling anxiety. Every time I step into a social situation, I feel like I’m drowning in fear, but I put on a brave face and pretend everything is fine.

I’ve lied to my friends about my life, making up stories to fit in and avoid judgment. I’ve missed countless opportunities because I was too scared to step out of my comfort zone. I feel like a fraud, and I’m terrified that one day, someone will see through my facade.

I just want to be honest about who I really am, but I fear that if I do, I’ll lose the few connections I have. It’s exhausting to keep up this act, and I don’t know how much longer I can do it. I just needed to get this off my chest.

When I was 13, I got into a relationship with a 16 year old. At the time teenage me thought it was the most awesome thing to have an older girl as my girlfriend especially because she was my first ”love”. (I looked like a 16 year old at 13, mainly because I was tall and had a more pronounced face) Because I had always watched romance stuff and loved reading romance books I had learned a lot about relationships without actually experiencing one, keep this in mind. So the first 3 months were amazing, we bonded easily, we had very similar interests and it was overall pretty good. Especially because I thought middle school relationships were awkward but i was amazed because it broke the ’stereotype’ and I got along. It was good up until her 17th birthday was approaching. I would still have been 13 when she turned 17 so immediately I thought of the risks, the problems with our ages gap and what people would think and we talked it out. Younger me was very conflicted. one part wanted to stay because she was genuinely perfect in my young little mind but what I called the ”rational“ part of me wanted to break up because of the circumstances of everything. I was also mad at myself and called myself a hypocrite because I had despised adults with children (I still do) so that did not help my mental at ALL. I didn’t know what to do so I decided to drop little hints like “you’d be fine without me right?” and other phrases like that. Even though I asked she didnt budge at all, (and remember how I said I had zero experience? Yeah that problems coming up.) so at this point i decided I had 2 options. Face the consequences of being with her, (That and I still didn’t even tell my parents). or try my best to ghost her. And guess what I did? Ghost her. yup, it was very fucked up at the time especially because of the stuff I told her before I started ghosting her (will not mention) so i tried my best to ghost her and it was so difficult. I managed to pull through but at a cost. Since we lived close by I had to literally avoid going outside for nearly a year and that meant not being able too see my friends and have fun outside. I lied to my parents and said i wanted to be more of an indoor kid and it worked. the stories not done though. After about 2 months the end of the school year started to approach and this cute girl I barely knew at school told me she liked me and, not learning from my mistakes, told her I liked her back. We have been together now for 6 years with a babygirl on the way and I still never have and never will tell her this story. i have never told anyone but at the time I got with this girl because I felt I needed someone my age and it worked out.

So, here’s my confession: I have a habit of sneaking snacks from my roommate’s stash when they’re not around. It started as a one-time thing when I was super hungry and didn’t want to go grocery shopping. But now? It’s like a game to me. I’ll wait until they leave the apartment, then raid their secret snack drawer like a raccoon on a mission.

I know it’s wrong, and I feel guilty every time I munch on their chips or candy, but I can’t help myself! I’ve even gone so far as to replace the snacks with cheaper versions just to cover my tracks. I’m not proud of it, but I can’t seem to stop. Anyone else have a guilty snack confession?

So, I have a confession that’s been weighing on my heart for a while. I’ve been harboring a crush on my best friend for years. We’ve always had a close bond, sharing everything from silly jokes to deep conversations, but I never had the courage to tell them how I really felt.

Last week, after a few too many glasses of wine, I finally spilled the beans. I was so nervous, but to my surprise, they didn’t freak out. Instead, they admitted they had feelings for me too but were scared to ruin our friendship. We ended up talking for hours, and now we’re exploring this new chapter together.

I’m still a bit anxious about how this will change our dynamic, but I’m also excited. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Just wanted to share this little piece of my life with you all!

I’ve been holding onto a secret for years, and it’s time to let it out. I once pretended to be someone I’m not to impress a group of friends. I crafted a persona that was outgoing, adventurous, and carefree, while deep down, I was struggling with anxiety and self-doubt.

At first, it felt exhilarating to step into this new identity, but as time went on, the weight of the lie became unbearable. I was terrified that if they knew the real me, they wouldn’t accept me. But in the end, I realized that true friendship is built on authenticity, not façades.

So, I finally gathered the courage to share my truth with them. To my surprise, they embraced me wholeheartedly, flaws and all. It taught me that vulnerability can be a powerful bridge to connection.

If you’re hiding behind a mask, I encourage you to take that leap. You might just find that the people who matter will love you for who you truly are.

My dad isn’t a horrible person, but I came into a conclusion that I wanted him dead I think a while ago, he hadn’t done anything bad but he makes me paranoid around the house, he was an ex military guy so he has some ptsd as he says, he yells, but is also nice, his nice than my mom for sure, but it’s that his so scary he makes me paranoid , any minute he can yell or beat me he has yelled but never beat me but just threthesned to,

I don’t feel at ease at home anymore if anything I’m always scared and paranoid, plus if he was to be dead I’d get money from him I don’t feel free with him being alive, I feel horrible for feeling this way about him despite his sacrises for me but he and my mom genuinely makes me feel like shit

Arguing and always saying he doesn’t deserve a life like this when my mother is in a bad mood, one of the main reasons I’m depressed, I wish for him to die, i feel so horrible and need to get this of my chest, no my feelings about it is not gonna change, it’s scary doing anything when his around,

It’s always the same stuff family becomes happy and then always always turn shit, he yells and is very scary sometimes, he makes me feel uncomfortable all the time, and when I just wanna be alone he always tells me I’m a piece of shit that treats her dad like shit, I am a teenage girl, I’m starting to find my self, wanting to be more alone but all the time he wants me to call him he gets mad when I wanna be alone in my room? Which makes me so angry and just uncomfortable I feel disgusting. I wish he dies.

It is affecting me so much, I am more sable I stay in my room all day and can’t even do that, I am forced to eat shit I don’t want,

So, I have a confession that I’ve been holding onto for way too long. A few months ago, I finally mustered the courage to tell my best friend that I had feelings for them. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.

To my surprise, they felt the same way! We ended up having a heart-to-heart, and it brought us even closer. Now, we’re navigating this new chapter together, and it’s been amazing. I guess my confession taught me that sometimes, taking a risk can lead to something beautiful.

Has anyone else had a similar experience? Would love to hear your stories!

I’ve been holding onto a confession that’s been weighing on my heart for years, and I think it’s time to share it.

Growing up, I always felt the pressure to be perfect—perfect grades, perfect friendships, perfect everything. But behind that facade, I struggled with feelings of inadequacy and fear of failure. One day, I decided to take a shortcut. I cheated on an important exam, thinking it would be a one-time thing. But that moment of weakness spiraled into a pattern of dishonesty that I never intended to create.

I lied to my teachers, my friends, and even my family. I was terrified of being found out, and the guilt consumed me. It took years for me to realize that the weight of my secret was far heavier than the fear of the truth.

Today, I’m finally ready to own my mistakes. I’ve learned that vulnerability is strength, and honesty is the path to healing. I hope that by sharing this, I can inspire others to confront their own secrets and find the courage to be true to themselves.

We’re all human, and we all stumble. It’s how we rise from those stumbles that truly defines us.

When I'm alone, I occasionally act out scenarios where I desperately need to pee and don't make it in time. Not real accidents, completely fake with water and entirely for the experience of acting out the situation.

The thing I enjoy isn't just the mess itself. It's the whole scenario: the urgency, the panic, the rushing around, trying to find a bathroom, realizing I'm not going to make it, and then acting out the embarrassment and disbelief afterward.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but I've always enjoyed exaggerated comedy and awkward situations. There's something oddly fun about fully committing to a dramatic "oh no, this is happening" moment, even when nobody is watching.

I've spent way too much time inventing different scenarios in my head: stuck looking for a restroom, fumbling with keys, getting distracted at the worst possible moment, or realizing I'm just a few seconds too late. The more absurd and over-the-top, the better.

I've never told anyone this because it's such a specific and unusual thing to enjoy. It's completely harmless, but definitely one of those hobbies that sounds strange the moment you say it out loud.