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CONFESSION TIME -- Your turn

Anyone remember EP confessions? I miss those.

Didn't use them much then...but now, would be nice.

I cheated on someone I loved, 2018.

Slowly after I became an alcoholic.

The very two things I despised and swore against....I became.

Sober until 22, virgin until 24 (2012). Had a good steady relationship until 2018.

I became disgusted with myself once I cheated. Can't look at myself or love myself. That was 5 years ago. Trying to drink myself to death because that's what I deserve.

Wouldn't you say? Think of the one that hurt you..... I am that person. They should suffer, yes? You hate them.

Seems only logical to hate myself.

I can only spend the rest of my life repenting.

It's just disgusting. I feel disgusting. The people who hurt you should feel disgusting.

We do.
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BlueVeins · 26-30
Back in my teen years, I was on this really backwater social media app. Had been there for a while and I guess I got bored, wanted a little attention, so I stopped using my account and made two new accounts to pretend someone had stabbed me and I was in the hospital. I had conversations with the friends I had made there as the fake people I invented. Looking back, it was some seriously psychotic shit and also really cringe, guess I still had a long way to go in cultivating a sense of compassion for others.

I eventually apologized profusely to at least one of those friends and returned to the site. There was another occasion where someone posted a pic of clouds that looked like angels bc a family member of theirs died and I responded with several paragraphs about how God doesn't exist, so you can at least sleep easy knowing you never did that.
@BlueVeins Someone pulled something like that on me/us about 30 tears ago, but in real life. I was taking a few computer courses at a local Junior College and during a break, in the lunchroom, someone in a heavy east-European accent started asking questions about common things, as if he was a recent immigrant, etc. The conversation continued from week to week with everyone extending themselves to accommodate all the questions and uncertainties, At some point the conversation turned dark. He had received word that his girlfriend (in Ukraine) had been arrested and he was beside himself with worry and it was probably his fault because he had been a defector from behind the Iron curtain. For weeks, the questions and conversation was all about "have you heard anything?", "have you called our congresspesons for help?", etc. Then three or four weeks into everyone worrying about this poor political refugee, he confessed, it was all a sham. A joke-drama by himself and a friend sitting at the next table to see how long he could continue the fraud. And he only owned up, confessed, because he was starting to feel guilty about causing us distress over his fake distress. He played the game for about 6 weeks. Had he not confessed he probably could have completed the semester with us believing, and would have carried the concern with us as we all went our separate ways.
BlueVeins · 26-30
@Heartlander For all the bad shit I've done, I can't imagine being brave enough to do it irl. Attention is one helluva drug.