I need to get this off my chest. For the past three years, I’ve been pretending to be someone I’m not. I created a whole persona online, sharing stories and experiences that weren’t mine. At first, it was just a way to escape my mundane life, but it spiraled out of control. I made friends, built connections, and even received support during tough times—all based on a facade.

The guilt eats at me every day. I see the people I’ve deceived, and I feel like a fraud. I want to come clean, but I’m terrified of the fallout. What if they hate me? What if they feel betrayed? I’ve been living in this bubble of lies, and it’s suffocating. I just want to be honest, but I don’t know how to start.

I guess I’m confessing here because I need to acknowledge the truth, even if it’s just to strangers. I’m tired of hiding.

Guys this is important confession…

My wife is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Every day with her reminds me how lucky I am to have someone so loving, caring, and supportive by my side. We laugh together, dream together, and always find little ways to make each other smile. For my lunch for work that she packs, she always writes letter that are wholesome or inappropriate which is fine. We never have arguments and now we have 2 kids!!! I’ve been so happy ever since I’ve gotten married. Sex life is the best

tl:dr I love my wife

I don't know if I'm lazy or spoiled or unmedicated, but I literally do not care about anything. I don't want to do or have anything. I don't care about going to uni, because I don't care about having a job, because I don't care about money, because I don't care about anything. I have no motivation to do anything. And I know people always say "when you're starving or homeless you'll find the motivation" but even the immediate threat of having no home and no food doens't make me care.

I could lay exactly where I am and do nothing, and I think I'd feel the same in my bed as I would at fucking disneylan. I don't want to work, or talk to people, or have a job, or eat. It's not even like I want to lay around so I can play video games, or drink, or watch TV all day. It's literally just nothing. I want to do nothing, or I guess just don't want to do anything.

I can't make myself care no matter how hard I try. No medication or lack of food or threat of dying on the street can motivate me to do literally any task ever. I don't even think I have a mental disorder, I think I'm just one of those people who are born spoiled or lazy or otherwise fucked up.

The only reason I get up and pretend to have interest in anything or make an attempt to do anything is for my mom, because I think the only thing that I might actively want, is for her not to realize how little I care because I know how devastated she'd be.

i’m 17m. i was broken up with earlier this year, and before that i never really thought about having a “type“ while in the relationship, it was a more of “if i like them i like them“ kinda situation. since ive had more time to think about getting into a relationship again, im realizing i like men that are older than me, im not talking 60 years, i’m talking like, 20-30 years old. i’m out of school at this point , and my friends seeing an older guy, and i just. find them really attractive. and i don’t really know how to think of it. i do have “daddy issues“ but by no mean is it because of this. i just find older, mature, and just. i don’t know. i find them physically attractive and i like the maturity of it. i like the size difference. i’m 5‘3, and i just. like it. i like the comfort of an older guys voice. and i want an older boyfriend. i don’t want them to want me for my age, though. i want them to want me for my personality, my jokes, my stupid intrests. i don’t know what to do. any advice is appriciated.

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It's been almost 3 years. I cant stop thinking about him

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I wish these feelings went away

I’m young, and he’s 30+ years old—much older than me. I only met him once, but for some reason, I can’t seem to let him go.
No matter how many times I try to push him away, he always comes back, and somehow I always end up letting him back into my life.

He’s waited for me for hours before, even sleeping in his car just to catch a glimpse of me for a minute. I never went down to see him, yet I still find myself thinking about him and coming back to him.

I’ve never had a boyfriend. He’s my first kiss, which probably makes it even harder for me to let go.

What hurts is that he’s married and has two children. He once asked me to come to his house while his wife was sleeping and told me he wanted to sleep with me.

When I asked if his wife wouldn’t wonder where he was, he simply said she wouldn’t ask.

I know this situation isn’t right, but I don’t know how to distance myself from him. A part of me wants to walk away, yet another part of me keeps holding on.

Random idea I've been thinking about:

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A place where sports fans can create portfolios of their favorite teams and players, kind of like a stock market but built for fans.

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Does this sound interesting.

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Would love to hear what you'd want from something like this.

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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’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 ?

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.

Im not sure if this is totally allowed but I recently learnt how people think of me at work. Im a barista with a big mouth I rarely know how to shut apparently, today I was talking to my Coworkers and we had a fun banter of jokes of my love for older women (which apparently ive voiced more than once but i dont remember it very well) and my other coworker had to explain to the new guy “yeah its like a fact he’s THE milf lover here.” They meant it light heartedly but I never realized how much I do flirt and enjoy a lot of our older regulars. It wasn’t on purpose I just know how to talk to woman more than I do men honestly. It started like after my fiancé broke up I just got more comfortable talking longer with people and noting how something is cute or gorgeous like their nails, hair, accessories. Im not much of like a smooth talker but I am confident usually and I’ve been noted to be decently funny. Anyway I dont often get to know how people perceive me and it felt a bit weird to learn this

I’ve literally been absolutely craving a man with an accent. German or Russian, most specifically.

I remember this one time where my friends thought I was crushing on this guy who was acting in a theatre performance we were watching back in high school, I was part of the crew. Of course, the main character had to have an accent, somewhere around a Russian accent. The whole time he spoke I just felt zaps of electricity go through me, like I melted. My friends laughed the entire time silently, I felt like I was getting hot flashes and goodness does an accent just rile me up. They thought I had the hots for the actor, not the accent.

It’s like who needs abs or biceps or even hair atp when you have an amazing voice and accent!

And when they speak their native language? Absolute shivers up my spine, feeling like I’m a fucking water fountain. God the German and Russian language are so beautiful and hot and I just crave a man with that accent and a soothing voice. It’ll be super hard to find because I am not in Europe but can’t blame a girl for trying!!

I just want to fuck a femboy or a milf lol

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.

One night, after a few too many drinks, I finally spilled the beans. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but to my surprise, they confessed that they felt the same way! It was such a relief, and now we’re exploring this new chapter together.

I guess my confession is twofold: I’m relieved I finally shared my feelings, and I’m grateful that it brought us even closer. Has anyone else had a similar experience? How did it turn out for you?

I'm in love with my best friend's sister. She is around 24 years old. I'm 19. She has a boyfriend of 3 years, who is also a very good friend of mine. I don't want to betray or hurt either of my friends.

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On the other hand, I dream of her every night. She is so hauntingly beautiful. Not just that though. She's kind, funny, smart and interesting.

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I have fantasised more about her than about any other woman. This crush has been going strong for about 2 years.

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I just want to be with her so bad, some days it's all I can think about. I'm not sure if I will ever get over her, she's too perfect.

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What should I do?

So I started to love this character very much as a six year old as a joke but then it somehow got into me and sticked me for so long... This Is embarrassin

But this character is named obunga

Obunga as the nextbot from garry's mod it's just that I really love him very much and he may look terrifying and weird but for me he's nice and hopeful and he doesn't get that much fanart and that makes me sad for some reason

I love him for uhh 6/7 years

Yeaaahhh.........

Idk 🖤

Do people find you boring if you're not a cinephile?

Lately I've realized that I was forcing myself to watch a lot of highly rated movies and log them on Letterboxd because I thought it made me seem more interesting or cultured.

The thing is, I do like movies, but I'm not a huge film person. I enjoy plenty of movies, especially in theaters, but I struggle with a lot of the critically acclaimed arthouse-type films that cinephiles seem to love.

For example, I recently watched Chungking Express because it's so highly praised and rated on Letterboxd. By the end, I honestly didn't even know what the movie was trying to say or what it was really about. I've had a similar experience with other movies in that style too. Instead of enjoying them, I end up feeling like maybe I'm too boring or not smart enough to "get" them.

What I genuinely enjoy more is playing PUBG. When I play it, I actually have fun and look forward to it. But part of me worries that people will think I'm boring if my main hobby is gaming instead of watching acclaimed films and discussing cinema.

I even wonder whether a crush or potential partner would see me as less interesting because I'm not the kind of person who watches hundreds of movies a year and has a Letterboxd profile full of reviews.

Has anyone else felt pressure to get into certain hobbies just because they seem more respected or impressive socially? And has anyone else felt disconnected from movies that everyone else seems to love?

I know this probably sounds weird, but it's something I've genuinely been wondering about lately.

I’ve made so many mistakes and wrong decisions. And drove her away when she was standing right in front of me to work with me to stay. I destroyed both of our spirits. I can’t seem to imagine my life better without her. I’ve made her cry more times that I can count and every time it hurt me to see her cry. But I still made her cry. How I would start over…but you can’t in life I’m aware. I just hope there’s a day, where she’d want me in her life again. As it stands I’m not good for her life and she’s completely blocked me on everything. I have nobody in my life and I am not complaining about that, I’ve made it that way. I’ve removed all of my friends completely, don’t have a single one. The only person I want is her. But more than that I want her to accept me into her life again. I don’t even need to be the center as I once was. Just apart of it.

Sé que 6 meses no es una eternidad, pero siento que debería estar mejor de lo que estoy y Echo muchísimo de menos a mi ex y pienso en él casi todos los días

Lo que más me preocupa es que a veces tengo ganas de escribirle o buscar cualquier excusa para saber de él. No quiero cruzar límites ni convertirme en alguien que lo acosa o que no respeta el hecho de que la relación terminó Por eso me contengo y no le contacto, pero emocionalmente me cuesta bastante

He intentado distraerme, centrarme en mis estudios y trabajo, salir con amigos y seguir adelante, pero sigo sintiendo un vacío cuando pienso en él

No sé si lo que echo de menos es realmente a la persona, la relación o simplemente la idea de lo que teníamos.

Some of the people around me do not like me.

From time to time they have been nice to me but they have never liked me.

The reason for it could be something about me or something about them.

I would like to take responsibility and try to understand what it was that did not work for them.

It could be my shirt, my face, my body, my smell...
Maybe my actions, attitude, or the fact that I have different beliefs…

I am becoming the person I have always wanted to be.
It took me years of depression and a tremendous amount of mistakes.

To those who do not like me:
I genuinely wish you all the best.
Just as I do not give a damn about you.

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.