Whenever I go to church and pray and do the confession of sin I always feel so guilty because I feel like I'm constantly sinning because I've liked girls multiple times and I think I still do, as a girl myself. I sometimes wish I was born a boy so loving a girl wasn't a sin. I wish I could just like girls openly instead of having to pretend and lie because I feel like a guilty sinner, and that God hates me for it. I wish that loving the girl I like wasn't wrong as me. I wish I could just love her as me, but I can't. I often find myself wishing I was a boy so it wouldn't be wrong.
I just want the people around me to feel happy and be in a good mood all the time. It helpes me SO much when they are. I feel this way about everyone, everywhere. The people surrounding me are miserable, unfortunately.
I should be excited for my birthday. But my bf of 7 years broke up with. One of the reasons is that my weight put him off sex.
Still in my teen years, live with my mom and found a hidden locked bin in her room a few months ago. I was curious and opened it to figure out that’s where she kept all of her lingerie and sex toys. I was so embarrassed that I locked it back up and put it away (after only looking at it for a split second) before she came back into the room. I was always curious and attempted several times to steal it from her room while she was at work whenever I was horny, but was always too scared to. She wasn’t home today so I took another chance. I didn’t look through the whole thing, I just grabbed the first interesting thing I saw—I think it was a vibrating dildo. I ended up cleaning it then using it in my room. She still doesn’t know I stole it and I have it hidden under my bed. I’ll forever feel guilty and scared that she’ll find out.
I’m fat. No one will have me. I want to lose, but my body lacks the energy to do it. I’m a walking fucking disaster and I just want to die.
A few days before my marriage day, mom told me how to prevent a husband from straying: "Keep his stomach full, and his balls empty". Lol for a conservative lady. Been happily married 26 years.
I steal my neighbors pantyhose. She leaves her back window unlocked every day. I go in borrow a pair then it back. This is generally my afternoon ritual every day. I love the feel of pantyhose on my member.
I've been feeling like having a partner with autism really is like raising a child sometimes. I feel so numb and cold to their meltdowns that sometimes I just shut down and drink my feelings away when they need the most support. I just can't deal with this.