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crush on coworker
The first time I saw her, I just about stopped breathing, she was so beautiful. I flirted with her in an awkward way until my boss suggested that it would not be a good idea to start a relationship with a coworker. I wondered if the girl complained to my boss in order to get me to stop flirting, but then she made me a mix cd out of the blue one day, so I think she likes me. I am too scared to ask her out.
Sure, i have weird things too. Lately I feel like i'm driving everyone away. It feels like a ghost town. I hate myself and what I've come to be. I hate my job. I don't see the point in living. I don't believe in god. I've checked off almost everything on my to-do list. i think i bore everyone.
I shot my sister
Four years ago (as annually) me and my family went out hunting in the woods. In one session i fired a single round from a safari 550 into a bush (which i assumed was a deer as my family was hunting in a different section). It just so happened that my sister cassy was trying to make me jump for a prank....The hospital says that i had shot her clean through her diaphragm, she cant talk now. At the time i couldnt live with my self, but now i have came to accept that my future isnt in my hands.
still thinking of my ex
I am married and still think about my ex from like 10 years ago more than i think that i should. I don't tell anyone.
Wasting Time
Dear co-worker: I'm only offering to help you with your work because your lack of work is affecting others. I'd feel much better about helping you if you didn't spend 4 hours of your workday on facebook and gchat.
Discreet at Faire
I work at a renaissance faire as a vendor, meaning I sell stuff to people who don't want to buy anything; it's a fun job, though. Anyway. Here's the story. I was hawking to the crowd, trying to convince someone to come and look at my stock, when this hot, young-looking black girl comes over and says "OK, so show me what you've got." 15195"
Still Crave my Ex
My ex-wife, Hispanic, shapely, remarried an anglo dude. He was younger that she. I wish them well, but I still have the hots for her and I still crave her. She was my high school sweetheart. She was/is awesome! But, she cheated on me and our life together ended. I don't blame her for cheating, I was young then, immature and didn't pay much attention to her like I should have. Someone else (an attorney she worked for) did and she fell. She now has a son, lives in Texas and I still love her sooooo much. I know she knows that because she feels uncomfortable the times I have contacted her either by phone or by email. I was sorry to hear that her mom had passed away. I cried for her and her pain. When my wife died, she sent me a card expressing her condolences. I was so moved by that. I don't know if she still feels anything for me. I know she's made a life with her present husband but I know that she should have had a better life. Her husband is away from her a lot of the time and I know that can not be very healthy for her relationship. Love, I know that you know, that I still love you so much.... and I always will. We had some very difficult times, but I also remember some very, very good times and the "munchies" we shared together. Who knows, maybe someday, in this life, we could have a chance to be together again. I don't count on it, but I do wish it could happen. Even if it was in the later years of our life, I wouldn't mind. I would be a better partner this time around. I have matured and learned so much to share with you. I love you... please take good care of yourself and I hope you're still interested in singing and still love to play the guitar.
yeah.... im an alcoholic. and im 18. ive been drinking since 14. and i first did it for fun but now its just because ive failed on so many things..... in fact im drunk right now. its so ridiculous...
Sometimes, when the story I'm telling is boring....I add a little, "kick"
I had know him for about a year when we started dating. We were really good friends, and all of a sudden, when he was gone, I missed him, like, extremely, and everytime I would think of him, I'd get the cliche love feelings. Well, we started dating, and it only lasted for nine days because he said he was confused. I felt more love for him, than I did my previous fiance..
This isn't much of a confession, but I freakin hate my roommate. His is one of those guys that finds some way to annoy me in any way possible. For instance, it is a daily experience to find him snickering at his desk, only to look over at me waiting for me to ask what is so funny. I can usually hold out for about 4 minutes until I give in and he shows me some bit of internet humor that I discovered in the 8th grade. I bought some nice over-ear headphones, I never use them to listen to music, just to ignore what he is doing. Anyway, I could write a lengthy post on everything he does that annoys me (including how he is explaining to me how he needs to moisturize his feet more, and repeatedly asking me if I know a good foot moisturizer), but I don't have the will power to relive every annoyance, and not kill him. I'm moving into a private room in 2 weeks. Now I just wonder what new hell awaits me every morning until then. So the confession part of this, is that he is really a nice guy, but I mess with him all the time, just because I hate him so much. Yesterday I installed a trojan on his computer. Pretty lame confession, but he is such a mongrel idiot, I had to let someone know. Thanks for understanding.
You are such a loser when you drink, y can't you act like the responsible person I know you can be. I hate you right now for everything you make me go through.
i'm scared.
i'm scared i'll never find the right guy. because i'm different, i'm not like other girls. and i worry that there's something wrong with me. i'm only 17, but i want so badly to have that one guy, like in the movies. lately i've been lonely...
He's everything any girl would dream of in a boyfriend. He's funny, sweet, and constantly goes out of his way to see me and make me happy. If I had to formulate what my perfect boyfriend would be, it would be him. However, for some reason I just don't want to be with him anymore but I feel too guilty to break things off because I have no valid reason.
i don't know
you said 'i love you'. i said it back. i'm just not 100% sure i feel the same way. i didn't want to make things awkward between us, that's all.
Getting Over My Ex
I tell people, my current and prior girlfriends included, that I'm over her. It's a massive, massive lie. I'm still in love with her. She's moving in her current boyfriend, marriage is looming for them, and I still would do or give anything to be back with her. Every time we talk, I get depressed. Just thinking about her is enough to ruin a day with trying not to cry and hurt myself. It's been this way for years and I don't think this will ever change. Honestly, I'd rather die than keep living like this.
Social Chameleon
I have no real personality or interests/hobbies. Instead i camouflage myself by taking pieces of other peoples personalities, or even characters on television shows. It works sometimes. But i never want to get in anything other than a friendship with someone.
My messy ways drive him crazy
But I really think the problem is his. And further to this, he complains with such frequency that i now no longer have any desire to tidy up at all. Let me make this clear. i'm not dirty. I use soap, water and clean up any food or nasty wastes - but I am messy. i leave stuff out, throw my clothes on the floor and fill our 2nd bedroom with junk I'm too lazy or strapped for time to put back. He's a little dirty. His idea of clean is to put stuff away but to never actually remove dirt. Except vaccuuming. If we had hardwood with and area rugs though, he would totally sweep everything under the rugs. He shoves things continously into drawers, with no rhyme or reason, and then complains when they break. He took photos of all my messy things (purse, table, floor near table, 2nd bedroom). When I saw them I want to alternately yell or laugh. 1) Doesn't he have homework to do? 2) what's he going to use them for? evidence at the divorce trial? I mean, dude will take a bath in a grimy tub and use a nasty germ infested sink but somehow I'm the bad guy because I'm a bit of a clutterbug? Let the record show that I actually clean all the sinks, toilets, screens, windows and cupboards. I do this every week, without complaint. all he does is complain. If he keeps this up, I'm going to remove all my things and make the house completely museum-like. Then I'm going to leave him.