I have a confession.

I cant dance

 

...well she could offer you a service...get some drugs and get creative.

 

I believe you're a pathetic faggot who couldn't get friends on your own merits.

 

I learned how to achieve lucid dreams, but I quit after an unpleasant one

 

what for unpleasant dream ?

 

Now now, play nice.

Confession: I cannot, for the life of me, successfully edit an image.

 

Confession: I get all my avatars from google image T_T

 

I'm scared of mushrooms. >.>

 

I have a fear of death, and due to my mental state, the thought of people wanting suicide actually makes me angry, I fear my death and hate other's for their own selfish release.

 

ok, I have a true confession, I work for the Military, most notably the U.S. Air Force and Navy.

PS3 super-computers

 

I hate eating fish and other seafood. Bleh, not tasty.

 

I dislike people who think the world revolves around them

 

I confess that I am slightly scared of Victorian history...

 

I'm afraid of the future

 

my confession is to what you just confessed to.

*sighs*

 

I have read through this thread and I realize, people here have issues, and I am lucky to have been able to cope with mine.

I have to state, with as much emphasis as I can, that I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED PEACE, CONTENTMENT, SATISFACTION, HAPPINESS, or any of the symptoms of a "full life" until I learned to deal with myself, look at the world realistically, and find a set of good friends.

I am an illegitimate son of a married man, (just found out about this a week ago), this man took advantage of my mom's rebellious, young, naive and drunken state, and I was the result. As expected, I was an unwanted child, and i found out that i was only kept around, or even given birthed to, just for the sake of my mom keeping up appearances and ties with the family. And to add insult to injury, that bastard never even gave me and my mom any support when I was born.

I was abused physically, mentally, and verbally by another man, (whom my mother claimed to be my father), the father of my brothers. Eventually this man also left the family and we were forced to seek help from my relatives. We essentially became moochers.

When I was around 8 or 9 years old, I was sexually abused by my nanny (this was before my brother's father left us). She basically raped me when I was alone in the house. Yet I never came clean to my family, I was afraid that they would twist the whole issue around and somehow blame me for all of this.

I was a bullied nerd growing up and my elementary and early high school days were torture. Eventually though, with the help of my band, friends, and teachers I was able to stop my suicidal thoughts and keep on going with my life.

Now, as I see the other people here, who say that their life sucks and that they want to die. Take a look at my life first and look at me. I think know I am awesome. And I'm not just saying that. If I can make myself go on and keep up my sanity with all of the crap I've gone through, why can't you?

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tl;dr version:

I pity emo people and I want to convert them and help them deal with their issues in whatever way I can. barring that, kill them if they keep up their "emo" attitude. I truly hate emo people. Not the perseons themselves mind you, just their personalitiese

 

its romulation, people here are always awesome

 

nice life, what gender was your "nanny"

My whole family thinks I am a vampire because I don't go outside and am quite pale
But I like vampires

 

At Toff's rather large confession, I understand, and somewhat agree.
But some people are incapable of dealing with their problems easily, or by themselves, for whatever reasons.
Not everyone is so easily able to move on, even if they should.
Some people are just stronger than others.

 

honestly If i didnt hate emos i'd be close to one but i think they're selfish. if i get depressed or hate my life i just think of how bad i could have it like a starving child whos been sold off into prostitution to be able to eat and after so much abuse they arent able to make it in life ever and they may pray every night for death to come to them whether fast and painless or slow and horrible but still praying for release from the horrible lives they lead.

^that little statement is what keeps me from being selfish enough to kill myself. if you dont have it anywhere near that then you should never want to or try to kill yourself. and i mean actually have it like that not just feel like its that bad by blowing crap out of proportions.