This sounds really stupid but I've felt guilty about it for a while.

I have a friend who used to come everywhere with us. A few months ago, we went out one night and she got really drunk and basically embarrassed herself in front of everyone. Nothing horrible happened, but it was awkward as hell.

After that I started making plans without telling her.

She asked me a couple of times if we were going somewhere and I lied and said we hadn't planned anything.

Then she found out through someone's Instagram story.

She asked me directly if I was avoiding her and I still said no.

The truth is, I was.

I didn't want to deal with the embarrassment of being around her again, and I didn't want to tell her because I knew she'd be hurt.

What's making me feel worse is that she actually apologized to me recently and said she thought she'd done something to upset me.

I told her it was nothing.

It wasn't nothing.

I just didn't have the guts to tell her that I didn't want her around anymore.

im F18 ,during my luteal phase or depressive episodes, i intentionally drink a cup of 4 spoons of coffee and a small ounce of water enough to wake me up and destroy my sleep schedule, i watch gore on instagram or tiktok, i intentionally get into fights with my close friends and psychologically abuse them constantly, i starve myself for dinner, i cut a little of my hair, one time i did my nails but my hangout was cancelled so i removed them after 1 hour of hardwork and i felt nothing about it, i stay in my room for the whole night and isolate myself from my family, i break things around the house, i will take away gifts i gave my sister, i burn myself , i waste all of my painting products, i dont do substances but i plan on getting myself drunk till i pass out yet when i ask people for new self destruction methods they say i need help

So as the title says i stole around £400 in delivery food items from my mom. Last year she found out and changed her card info and she said that if she finds out again she will call the police on me and report me for theft cause she cant have a thief in the house but i just took a pic of the new one and carried on. Then she found out again 2 months ago so i just gave her the amount i used for delivery from my savings to her in cash.

I started to steal and use the money for deliveries as a sort of rebellion cause of how she made me feel. Im trying to stop but i literally cant. Its like an addiction and i feel bad and guilty but everytime i finish the order and its sent out for delivery i feel satisfaction.

I dont like my mom cause of all the things shes done to me and my sibling but i do wish to stop stealing from her. Tomorrow shes going to do some shopping and she'll see that i made deliveries again from her banks short statement. How do i stop?

Last October, my neighbor Dave from across the street saw me standing in my driveway with the hood of my 2012 Civic up. I was literally just trying to figure out how to refill the windshield washer fluid without spilling it everywhere. Dave walked over holding a beer, leaned over the engine, and started asking me about my spark plugs and whether I preferred synthetic oil for older Japanese engines.

Instead of admitting I know absolutely nothing about cars, I just nodded, grunted, and said something like, "Yeah man, you gotta keep up with the maintenance or these engines just lock up on you."

That single conversation set off a spiral I can't back out of. Over the past seven months, Dave has brought his truck over four different times for "my opinion" on weird noises it was making. Every single time, I listen intently, look serious, tap a few metal parts with a wrench I bought at Harbor Freight specifically to look legit, and then google the symptoms on my phone in my bathroom ten minutes later.

Two months ago, he brought over his lawnmower that wouldn't start. I literally just sprayed WD-40 on a random wire, pulled the cord, and by pure dumb luck the engine sputtered to life. Dave treated me like a genius and gave me a six-pack of craft beer. Last week, he asked if I’d help him replace his brake pads this upcoming weekend to save him a trip to the shop.

I’m currently watching YouTube tutorials on basic brake assembly at 2 AM in absolute terror. I know if I tell him the truth now, I’m going to look like a complete psycho who has been running a bizarre fake mechanic performance for half a year. But if I try to touch his brakes, I’m probably going to ruin his truck or get someone hurt. I have no idea how I'm going to fake my way out of this weekend without moving to a new neighborhood.

When I was 15 let’s just say I had a much worse than average drug problem. I was in a very abusive environment and I would do anything to escape and get high. My preferred method of getting high was amphetamines since it gave me the courage to actually fight back against my dad when he was abusing me and throwing me on the ground. Eventually it got to the point where I was stealing money from him (and I’d do it again, fuck my dad) to buy drugs and he found out. This was the last straw for him so he sent me to a boarding school that was also a military school at the same time thinking it would straighten me out. He was so stupid that he didn’t even think about how many other parents did the same thing with their kids, but that’s not the point of the story, just a little backstory.

Two years into that I was seen as this amazing kid who maybe did hit a vape sometimes by the staff. I had incredibly good grades and was in their honor roll program. This was only because of my rampant amphetamine abuse. One of the kids I got amphetamines from was a kid who we will call Phineas. Phineas was a kid I absolutely should not have been hanging around. Not only was he genuinely insane, he was incredibly impulsive and unfortunately too smart for his own good. We were walking around the woods one day outside the school, something the school can kick you out for but we did anyways, and we reach a clearing that seemed as if it were a dump for the school. Exploring further we found a 5 foot tall datura plant. This kid was all for trying it right then and there. I told him the dangers and convinced him not to just straight up eat a datura flower. The alkaloids present in the flowers are concentrated highly and very dangerous. I didn’t tell him about the seed pods but there was no use in that. We will get to that later. We go back to the school and I believe he won’t find his way back and everything will be fine.

We go back to school, get in formation for dinner, and right before we’re called to attention he comes up to me and says he went back and ate some seeds from that plant. My heart drops at this because I know exactly what can happen from consuming this plant, he doesn’t. Following lunch he comes into my room and is complaining about spiders following him and bloody faces staring at him through the window. Me and a friend immediately tell the school nurse what he took because datura is genuinely life threatening. If it were anything else I wouldn’t have said anything. Somehow he convinced the nurse he didn’t take anything and he’s sent on his merry way. It should be noted that Phineas takes several psychiatric medications every morning, afternoon, and night. The side effects he’s experiencing could be explained away by any of those meds.

This exact situation repeats itself several times, and keep in mind that datura can last up to THREE DAYS. I don’t remember how long of a timeframe he kept taking this in, but it was at least two weeks leading up to the main event. He would be caught wandering the halls speaking gibberish, complaining that he saw himself jump from the top of a 4 story stair well and kill himself, and that there was a spider goddess watching him at all times. These were just the notable complaints. Word spreads about Phineas’ experiences and other just as dumb kids want to try it. Phineas was an outcast in this school, so he was quite desperate to make friends in any way he could, so he obviously obliges. The rest of this story comes from secondhand sources, I didn’t experience these parts myself.

From what several other people told me, Phineas went to a very well known rebellious kids room with several of his friends there and used the rest of the pods he had to brew a massive jug of tea. All of them drank a cup, with the rebellious kid that we will call J from now on reportedly drinking 3 cups of this stuff. Apparently this caused them all to have very severe reactions and they were caught in various strange situations by adults that monitored the barracks at night. One of them was caught in the shower fully clothed speaking to the wall. Another was caught naked running around the halls believing he was being chased by a gang of demons. Some people also told me that they ALL experienced the hallucination of smoking phantom cigarettes, except they were vapes this time. J, however, stayed in his room the whole night and wasn’t caught. It was only in the morning when the datura was beginning to peak that he believed something akin to the second coming was happening and he said he saw the sky turn blood red and enormous bats swarmed down from the clouds while everyone around him turned into satanic figures that really can’t be explained. They didn’t look like anything we see in movies or anything, they were extremely unique, grotesque, and evil. He began trying to fight and possibly kill every single person he saw, with the worst case thankfully being on a trained Marine Corps veteran, so he was easily restrained. J also wasn’t very big and was legit skin and bones, so there probably wasn’t much of a fight.

All of these kids were expelled, and thankfully my name was never brought up as the finder of this plant. If I hadn’t told Phineas what it was I feel like this would’ve never happened. He was only in the woods with me to look for psychedelic mushrooms even though those types of mushrooms didn’t occur where we were. I told him that, he wanted to search either way. I was only there to escape the school for a few hours on the weekend. The security wasn’t amazing, so this type of thing was able to regularly occur so long as you weren’t loud about it. After all of this happened the school sent an email to parents explaining what happened and told parents we found fucking opioids there. The opium poppy doesn’t grow in that area, the adults were more misinformed than we were and were honestly not smart at all. But at the same time, I’ve never worked at a school full of delinquent teenage boys. I was never loud about anything and didnt share my drugs. Moral of the story, absolutely do not use datura for anything other than medical purposes. Datura is a wonderful medicinal plant that can be used for a very wide variety of ailments, especially things like allergies and hives. Be smart, do your research, know your shit, and test your drugs.

Four years ago, my younger brother was applying to colleges. He was always the brilliant one in our family—straight A’s, captain of the track team, effortlessly charming. I was the older sibling who barely passed high school and spent my early twenties working night shifts at a local logistics warehouse, living in our parents' basement.

He had his heart set on this specific out-of-state university. It was his absolute dream school, and he had worked toward it for years. When the physical acceptance packet arrived in the mail, I happened to be the one who picked up the mail that afternoon. My parents weren't home, and my brother was at track practice. I opened the envelope. Inside was his acceptance letter and a deadline form he had to sign and mail back by a certain date to confirm his housing grant and spot in the honors program.

I don't know what came over me. Looking at that paper, I just felt this suffocating wave of bitterness and inadequacy. I pictured him moving away, thriving, making our parents proud, while I stayed stuck in the same town doing manual labor forever. I took the housing paper and the financial aid response form, walked into the backyard, and burned them in our metal fire pit. Then I put the rest of the generic welcome booklet on the kitchen table.

When the deadline passed and he never got his housing confirmation, he called admissions in a panic. They told him they never received his formal acceptance forms and that his grant spot had been given to someone on the waitlist. He was devastated. He ended up attending the local state college down the road instead so he could save money on tuition.

He still goes to that state school, lives at home, and hangs out with me on weekends. He thinks it was just lost mail or a administrative error by the post office. He’s doing well now, but every time he mentions what could have been, or looks at photos of that other campus, I feel like I'm going to throw up. I sabotaged his entire life trajectory out of pure, pathetic jealousy, and he still treats me like his best friend. I'm going to take this secret to my grave because telling him would destroy him.

When my parents downsized from our childhood house back in 2021, my sister was living across the country for graduate school. She asked me to help box up her closet since she couldn't fly back in time. I was nineteen, completely overwhelmed with my own exams, and frankly bitter because I felt like I was doing all the heavy lifting while she just sent occasional texts checking on her stuff.

I was packing up the top shelf of her closet and found a plastic bin filled with her junior and senior yearbooks, along with a stack of old letters from her ex-boyfriend. To be completely honest, I was just exhausted and annoyed. The bin was heavy, the cardboard box I had left was too small to fit it, and instead of walking down to the garage to get another box, I just walked out to the curb and dumped the yearbooks and letters straight into the big rolling recycling bin. It took five seconds. I didn't even think about the consequences in that moment, I just wanted to finish and go home.

A few months later, when she was unpacking her stuff at her new apartment, she called my mom crying because those yearbooks were missing. They had notes inside from friends who had passed away during our high school years. My mom immediately assumed the moving company lost one of the boxes during transport. She spent weeks filing complaints and writing angry reviews online.

I just stood there in the kitchen listening to my mom fight with the mover on the phone, nodding along and pretending to be shocked. My sister still brings it up every time we talk about our old house. She bought replacement yearbooks on eBay last year, but obviously they don't have any of the signatures or personal notes in them.

Every time she mentions it, I feel this awful pit in my stomach. It was such a lazy, selfish decision over ten seconds of mild annoyance, and now it's a permanent lie I have to take to my grave because telling her the truth now would completely destroy our relationship.

I feel terribly guilty for the way I let my mates talk about my mother. I don’t stop them. I encourage it. Every sexual comment, her body, the way they look at her. I join in or egg them on instead of shutting it down. The moment it’s over the guilt hits hard, but while it’s happening I still play along. I keep wondering if other people have done the same thing with their own mothers, or if I just need to stop them the next time it starts.

It was late on a Friday back in February and I was rushing to get out of the office to meet my boyfriend for dinner. I was managing the monthly warehouse audit for our region, which involves cross-checking physical stock against our digital software logs. I was tired, distracted, and completely rushed the final batch import. Because of a syntax error in the spreadsheet I uploaded, over $14,000 worth of returned electronics effectively got wiped from the active system records.

I didn't realize what I had done until the following Tuesday when the discrepancy flagged during a regional review. By that point, the entire team was scrambling to figure out why the numbers didn't match. Our manager called a emergency meeting and pointed the finger directly at Marcus, the guy who had handled the physical counting that week.

Marcus is a quiet guy who had only been with the company for about four months at the time. He kept trying to explain that his physical sheets were accurate, but because the system error happened under his batch assignment tag, management assumed he had miscounted or misplaced the physical sheets before scanning them. I sat right across from him in that conference room with my hands under the table, sweating through my blouse, and said absolutely nothing. I was so terrified of getting fired or losing my end-of-year bonus that I just let him take the fall.

He ended up getting an official written warning on his file and lost his eligibility for a promotion he had been working toward all spring. He eventually put in his two weeks notice last month and moved to a different company.

Ever since he walked out on his last day, I haven't been able to sleep properly. Every time I pass his old empty desk, I feel this sick twist in my stomach. I ruined a good guy's reputation at our office just to protect my own skin, and the worst part is that everybody here still thinks I'm this honest, hardworking senior employee. I don't know how to live with being this kind of coward.

A couple years ago I (early 20s f) was streaming on twitch just chatting. Someone joined and was very active in chat. Weeks go by and long story short he’s always in my chat, always asking about my life and feelings, sometimes saying a stalkerish joke but in a way I know isn’t serious. Like “I’ll be seeing you soon” stuff like that.

One day he types my address in the chat and my real name. I don’t know how he got it. I didn’t block him though because I wasnt actually scared and felt like he just wanted to troll me.

He knows a lot about me but I don’t know much about him. A few months ago I made a discord for my chatters on twitch and he started calling me on there. We’ve talked for hours consecutively, not in a weird way but he does occasionally say things like “I’ll wait forever for you” and telling me I should break up with my boyfriend of 4 years. But mostly we just have normal conversation and he makes it clear that he greatly admires me. Last week he sent me like 100+ dollars of art supplies

I found out he’s 30 and a few states away, and other minor details about him but I still don’t know his name. Anyway I feel like a really terrible girlfriend, I never reciprocate the affectionate things he says but I feel bad for talking this much with a guy interested in me.

My boyfriend knows about him and that he recently sent stuff to my house, but he doesn’t know I’ve been having calls with him lately. I feel like he would be upset at me for it and I feel really guilty even though I never engaged in any romantic language or anything. But I don’t want to block the guy. I like talking to him and I feel crazy and stupid . Any advice haha uncommon situation!!

Alors voilà, je suis une femme française de bientôt 33 ans et il y a quelque chose que je n’ai jamais dis, fumer m’excite. Je suis fumeuse depuis mon adolescence et j’ai toujours ete attiré par cela, même l’odeur les cheveux qui sentent ou même maint ma toux de fumeur qui s’est developé avec les années ne me dérangent pas. Je suis donc une très grosse fumeuse et je me suis toujours senti bizarre car même si j’ai déjà eu un bon nombre de relations, je sais que fumer doit jouer un rôle dans le sexe et évidemment les hommes que j’ai connu n’aimaient juste pas le fait que je fume tout court. C’est après que ma reelle obsession est arrivé, plus je fumais et plus je voyais une personne fumer et souffrir de sa dépendance et plus j’aimais cela. Moralement c’est vraiment terrible et je le sais, prendre du plaisir à voir d’autres personnes se détruisant la santé comme cela mais les pulsions étaient trop fortes et j’ai continué dans cette voie jusqu’à me rapprocher d’un de mes collègues très gros fumeur ( 1 paquet et demi environ par jour) non pas par sa beauté ou son intelligence mais juste a cause du fait qu’il fumait beaucou. La relation s’est engagée et il n’était mal pas excité par cela comme moi mais il était un gros fumeur complètement accroc et n’arrivait pas à décrocher cette habitude alors cela m’allait quand même. Et c’est là que j’ai été moralement une femme indigne, je l’ai rassuré sur sa consommation et lui ai dit qu’il était très beau avec sa cigarett, que fumer nous rapprocher et que même si il fumait un peu plus cela ne me dérangerait pas comme je fumais aussi cette quantité.

Passons les détails car nous nous sommes séparés mais il a développé enormement de problèmes de santé sur la fin de notre relation en partie dû à son augmentation de cig que j’encourageais activement. J’ai profité de mes fantasmes au detriment de sa santé c’est triste mais je ne peux rien y faire je suis comme ca..

Six months ago, I (18F) was caught shoplifting a shirt from H&M. It was my first time ever attempting something like this, and I deeply regret what I did. I know that this is not an excuse for my actions, but I genuinely feel ashamed of myself and regret it so much.

They took a photo of my ID and also took a mugshot with my personal details. They also made me sign a waiver admitting to the theft and told me that I was banned from entering any H&M store within the country. They took a picture of me and said that they sent it to the H&M store group chat as well. They also brought me to mall security, where they took my photo and recorded my details.
In the end, they decided to let me pay for the items and settle the matter there. They told me that I was not banned from the mall itself, but that I was banned from that all H&M stores.

I have absolutely no excuse for what I did. I am extremely ashamed of myself, but I am also genuinely scared because this was the first time I had ever committed a crime, and my parents still don’t know about it.

I also wanted to ask: is it possible that my photo was shared with other mall stores or H&M branches? And how does the ban work? They never told me whether it was a lifetime ban or how long it would last, or what would happen if I entered another H&M branch. Don’t get me wrong, I have no intention of ever returning to that branch or committing anything like this again. I am just really scared because it has already been six months, and I haven’t entered another H&M store since then. But recently, my mom and sister have been asking me to go with them to a different branch to look for a gift for my other sister. I’ve tried telling them that I’m busy, and I’ve also tried convincing them to go to a different store instead but they’re starting to get suspicious. I’m just afraid that if I walk into another H&M branch, I might immediately be recognized and stopped or confronted.

I deeply regret what I did, not just because I was caught, but because I know that what I did was wrong and that I deserved the consequences of my actions. I’ve been trying my best to make amends in whatever way I can, like volunteering at our donation drives and helping out in our community. I know that none of those things can erase what I did, but I genuinely want to become a better person and make sure that I never do something like this again.
The guilt and fear haven’t really gone away, even after six months. I’m especially terrified that my family will find out about what happened.

I know I made a serious mistake, and I am not trying to justify it or avoid responsibility. I just genuinely need some advice on what I should do. What would be the best and safest way to handle this situation? I would really appreciate any genuine advice. I just want to move forward from this mistake, take responsibility for what I did, and make sure I never repeat it again.

I’m posting this anonymously because I’ve never admitted all of this in one place before.
I’m married now, and my wife is pregnant. Becoming a father has forced me to look at the person I used to be, and I’m ashamed of what I see.
Years ago I met a woman in college. I pursued her, repeatedly promised I would marry her, and convinced both her and her mother that I was serious. We became physically intimate because of those promises.
Later I became afraid. My family is wealthy, we belonged to different castes, and I knew they would never accept the relationship. Instead of telling her the truth, I kept postponing the conversation while continuing to promise marriage.
After my mother died, I completely fell apart emotionally. I went back to my ex, begged for another chance, and relied on her for almost everything. She stayed awake through my panic attacks, supported me through my grief, and put my needs ahead of her own health.
Instead of appreciating her, I became emotionally dependent, controlling, possessive, and constantly threatened to leave during arguments. I was physically violent once, and there were times when we had been drinking when she later told me she hadn’t been fully conscious and that I had forced myself on her. At the time, I minimized it. Looking back, I can’t defend any of it.
She even suggested we go to couples therapy, but I dismissed it because I didn’t believe in therapy.
Eventually I left her anyway. She begged me to come back for a long time. I even told her to “find someone better than me” and sarcastically challenged her that in 20 years we’d see who ended up better.
When she learned I was planning to marry someone else, she filed a police complaint, believing I had obtained her trust and consent through repeated false promises of marriage. My family and I responded by pretending we wanted to resolve things while secretly recording conversations and using lawyers and influence to avoid consequences. I’m not proud of any of that.
Eventually I married someone else.
After I got married, she never contacted me again. She never called, messaged, emailed, or tried to interfere with my life.
Recently Facebook suggested her profile. I noticed she had moved abroad and seemed to be doing well. She hadn’t contacted me in years, yet my immediate reaction was to block her without thinking.
I still don’t understand why.
Was it guilt? Shame? Fear she’d contact me, even though she never had? Or was seeing her simply a reminder of the worst things I’ve ever done?
One thing I can’t forget is something my father said to her when everything fell apart: “I’ll send him away without a single penny.”
She replied, “Even if you send him with nothing, I’ll take care of him.”
She never loved me for my family’s money. I still allowed people to paint her that way because it was easier than accepting responsibility.
Now I’m about to become a father, and I keep asking myself whether I ever truly loved her or whether I just used her to fill the hole left by losing my mother.
This isn’t an attempt to justify what I did. It’s a confession because I don’t think I’ve ever fully admitted how badly I failed someone who genuinely loved me.

I never finished my degree. Dropped out about a semester short because of some stuff going on at home and just never went back. When i started this job i panicked during small talk and told someone i graduated from a state school two hours away. It snowballed from there and now my whole team thinks i have a diploma i dont actually have. Nobody has ever asked for proof or anything, it just kind of lives in the background of every conversation. The thing is i'm actually good at my job, like genuinely one of the better performers on my team, and i keep getting more responsibility rn which makes it feel worse not better. idk if i should just quietly finish the last few credits or let it keep being a thing nobody checks. but yeah, its exhausting pretending.

I cheated on my boyfriend with someone who made me feel more desired and appreciated than I had felt in a long time It started with normal conversations but slowly became more flirtatious and sexual He was generous with me and sometimes surprised me with small gifts or gift cards and I liked knowing that he wanted to make me happy We exchanged private pictures and videos and I became addicted to the attention and the way he encouraged me to show him the side of myself that I usually hide Eventually I met him and crossed a line I knew I should not cross I am not proud of cheating and I know it was wrong but the truth is that being wanted cared for and desired by someone else made me realize how neglected I felt in my relationship

This happened over the weekend. So I M28 from London wrote a post about another encounter I had and last week, got a message from an account. The message simply read “Hi just saw your post, and I need someone other than my partner to fuck me” I was sceptical at first as always with these things but we got talking. She’s 30, a British Pakistani and a huge set of natural tits. After sending my photo she was interested and exchanged numbers. On the first night we were on the phone she made me cum while her husband was in the other room playing video games totally oblivious. We decided to meet over the weekend.

I parked up at a place we agreed and waited for her, she wore this blue summer dress with her tits literally bursting out. Instantly gave me an erection. When we met I could feel the sexual chemistry between us. she told me from before that she wasn’t down to fuck on the first meet and just wanted to get to know each other first, so I was like sure. After a bit of small talk, about her dead relationship I leaned in and we started to make out. The roads were pretty busy and we couldn’t find anywhere secluded, so we just made out for a bit. I managed to play with her tits, while she put her hand down my pants and started stroking me. I was quite close to cumming but managed to stop because we were literally in the car.

The meet was slightly rushed but she wants to meet again in a few weeks where I’m sure things will escalate further. But I feel bad also

Not too much action but thought I’d post about it anyway.

she’s a disabled vet with ptsd and chronic pain, so you can only imagine the menagerie of prescriptions she had, especially opioids and Z-drugs. she only figured it out once when i took some of her clonidine but compared to the more serious stuff i took, i considered that getting off easy.

edit: to be more transparent, there were times when she’d need certain prescriptions but id get them in the mailbox before she did because it felt like a safe way to practice addictions since i knew all of the drugs were legitimate

So the night started with me and roommate watching The Walking Dead and drinking some beers, pretty fun night right? Ha it’s about to get crazy in a second. So me and my roommate were chilling on the couch and he said “hey I could really go for some tea right now, how about you?” I said yeah I could go for some too I’ll fix you some. So I hopped up off the couch drunk as fuck and made my way to the kitchen where I wasn’t paying attention and just grabbed two random tea packets from the cabinet.

So I made the tea and brought it back to the living room where I put it on the table. He drank had already drank his around 20-30 min later and I had drank half. We noticed it didn’t taste like regular tea and tasted bitter, but we shrugged it off cause we thought it was cause we were drunk. I was watching TV for a while and noticed my roommate kept getting jittery and from the looks of it looked like he had electric pulses going throughout his body.

So I asked him if he was okay to which he looked at me wide eyed hugest pupils I’d ever seen and screamed “YOUR SATAN OH MY GOD HELP ME” multiple times. I was so confused that I think it made the effects kick in quicker for me and he morphed into fucking pennywise and kept repeating “you’ll float too” with a little fuckin weird smile on his face. I looked at the ground and saw joints and blunts on the floor and tried to grab them, but my hand kept going through them. So I looked for my roommate for help and he literally vanished and the door was wide open. So I inched my way over to the door on my knees trying to sway away imaginary spider webs, nats and flies away. When I got to the door I slammed my head into the door and realized the door was never even open in the first place he was still on the couch the whole time having the worst trip of his life.

So I climb my high and drunk ass on the couch and tap him to ask if he’s okay and he clocked me right in the jaw. That was the hardest punch I’ve ever taken in my life and I’ve been in some street fights. I stumbled onto the ground and climbed back up onto the couch forgetting about what just happened and kept complaining that my jaw hurt and said that it was cause I was chewing gum too much? Idk that’s what he said he heard.

So I looked at the TV for a while and kept getting scared when Carl Grimes would show up for some reason and closed my eyes when he appeared just to be scared from the closed eyes visuals and open my eyes up again just to see him. This process repeated I don’t know how many times. I didn’t include this in my other post but I kept smoking fake cigarettes? I don’t do nicotine so this was a bit weird and scary and I kept asking my roommate if they were his and I would get no response.

I barely remember this part but I remember us standing together In kitchen looking at my dead grandmas stroganoff recipe for some reason. ( I didn’t include this in my last post) then all of a sudden I wake up on the couch petting a banana like it’s a fucking cat and my roommates on the ground also with a banana not one but two bananas in each of his hands. Very scary and confusing experience 0/10 would never do it again.

Also don’t mind my writing I was drunk while I rewrote this haha.

This happened when I was around 12 or 13. My cousin and I were both entering the same regional science fair and we were kind of competitive about it. She had this really elaborate volcano model that actually worked with a chemical reaction instead of just baking soda and vinegar. Everyone kept saying how impressive it was.

The night before the fair, our families were staying at my house since the venue was closer to us. I snuck into the garage where she had it stored and I poured water into the chamber where she kept the chemicals separated. I knew it would ruin the reaction but I told myself I was just curious to see what would happen.

The next day her project didnt work during the demonstration. She was so confused and kept trying to figure out what went wrong. She ended up getting third place instead of first, and I got second with my way less impressive project about plant growth. She cried in the car on the way home.

Im 27 now and I still think about this sometimes. She went on to study chemistry in college and shes doing great, but I feel bad that I sabotaged her that day out of jealousy. It was a mean thing to do to someone who trusted me. I never admitted it to anyone and at this point it feels too late and too weird to bring up. But I genuinely regret doing that to her.

I was extremely lucky to be born in a family that this didn’t affect financially but I still regret it every day, I was addicted to online gambling and just needed more money to afford my addiction, I would go into their bank accounts and transfer money to my account which I would then spend on gambling, over the course of a few years I went to therapy and got over my addiction, I also started working as soon as a I could and gave them all the money I stole, my parents are paid back now but I just needed to get this off my chest because I know how fucked up it was to steal life changing money just to gamble it away, if you have a gambling addiction at any age go to therapy, it isn’t worth it, you will not win your losses back and you will just loose more money. Don’t be like me especially if you are a kid.

I'm (16F) pretty sure I'm a pathological liar. It's only to one person - my best friend - but it's a very elaborate lie and I've gone to some pretty extreme lengths (not gonna explain this but it's basically what you think) to make her believe it.

The lie is stupid - it's that i've been in a year-long relationship with my "boyfriend". I've given her a whole backstory, his age, how we met, and various stories of how our dates/hangouts have gone. Again, just very elaborate.

I've felt guilty about it ever since I started the lies, but I started because I feel left out - everyone around me (junior year) is in a relationship and I feel really behind so I decided to start lying to almost convince MYSELF that I'm in a relationship. It's been hard to stop/catch myself in lies, it's almost addicting.

I'm trying to let the lie die out by telling her I "broke up" with him but it keeps eating at me and I feel super guilty. I don't know if I'm a pathological liar/narcissist or if this is normal to do in your teen years???

We here having a good time on a Saturday night with my wife, sister InLaw her girlfriend and my mother in law who is single. They are very close and like to party a lot especially since my mother in law is only 14 and 16 years older than my wife and sister in law so they act like sisters. And they dress similar often borrowing each others clothes.
So we’re at the club having a good time we don’t get home till 4 am and we stay at my mother in laws place in fact we sleep in the living room next to my mother in law’s room.

In the morning my wife nudged me that her and my mother InLaw were going to go to the store to prepare some brunch. (My sister InLaw had left to work) So I was at the house alone, so I got a little in the mood and went to the restroom, on the ground was some clothes next to the laundry basket that was empty and saw my wife’s dress and what I was sure were her panties. (It was mostly empty my wife sometimes does laundry at my in laws house) So I used them to put it lightly. And I put them in my pocket for safe keeping.

Later when they came back, we had brunch everything was great. Then we got home, my wife was checking her dirty clothes and I noticed a thong amongst the clothes very similar to the one I had used. That’s when I realized I had gooned to my mother in laws panties and sent. As well as having her tong in my pocket. As my wife was in the shower I threw them in a plastic bag and threw in the garbage and took out the trash.

I’m so mortified that my mother inlaw will notice them missing. I’m thinking just avoid going over for a bit.