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2025-08-14

Suicidal thoughts

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2025-08-14

Hi

Hello bong I just saw your story. Well I also submit confessions too in this month. I’m not sure if you see it. I’m not sure about the title but it is something about friend that known for 4 years already. Thank you

2025-08-14

Respect my boundaries.

A couple days ago I accidentally see my boyfriend’s liked video on TikTok and surprisingly that most of them are girls. He also followed them on instagram. I thought they’re his friends, classmates…but I as wrong. He saw them on TikTok and then started following them on instagram. To be clear, this isn’t about liking the pictures, it’s about the fact that I’ve asked him to stop. Clearly it crosses some boundary to me. He also told me that β€œ it’s not a big deal, I’m being insecure, every guys did that β€œ. Does all the guys do the same ?? Following random girls on instagram after they have seen them on TikTok?? P.S we’ve been dating for a decent amount of time and I regretted that I checked his following on instagram just for a sake to break my heart…

2025-08-14

I was lonely

Rejection is what I hear the most from day to day. Most of the time, I invite friends or more to hang out with me, yet they reject my favor. Thus, I create a new concept where I can live my life happy even if there is no one wants to be around me. It is called date yourself. Go on a trip, shopping, having a luxurious dinner, buying what I love, all by yourself. As I view from this perspective, I feel less lonely and enjoy my day much more.

2025-08-14

Help me!!

Long story short, I have a crush on this girl for like 3 years now until January this year I decide to step up my game and ask her out to study at a cafΓ© every weekend. Things were smooth until Covid lockdown became a thing. Even though we couldn’t meet, but I still talk to her regularly, buy gifts for her every special occasions... Now that we can actually meet each other, there is another problem that I need you guys’s opinion. We’re both grade 12 and as you know we’ll have a national exam soon. The thing is should I confess to her right after the exam? How do I confess to her? It’s pretty obvious that I don’t want to break our friendship so what should I do? (I’m a nerd and this is my first time doing these things plus she’s the best thing that ever happen to me). Please let me know about your opinions in the comment section 😊

2025-08-14

Friendship

I don’t want to think negative in our friendships. But since this happened, i do feel i was ignored from all of you. I’m really disappointed honestly but I can’t tell. I don’t expect anything from you but sometimes I hurt myself. If you see this, don’t ask me if it’s mine cuz that’s mine.

2025-08-14

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Jab pderm dombong doy ka exam ti 9 puk yrg skol knea ber kit tv 4 chnam hx .Hz kor 4 chnam hx dea puk yrg min dg tha trov jea avey ng knea oy prakot!kor doch jea 4 chnam hz dea zeii chkout mnak nis Cr yrg tea ot hean sarapheap sne brab tv u doysa tea pel dea nh rok sarapheap u mean mnus kbae lhot tver oy nh min hean ng yy pi arom klun eng brab tv u .hz nh ot dea jong u hx ng Ss u bek knea ey dea cuz nh min jong bombek bombak sneha ke trem tea nh sl u mnak eng kor nh mean k'dey sok dea .tea krob pel dea u mor yy muy nh or hav nh nv sala ey jg kor tver oy nh sby jit lerng nv min sok dea .jun por oy slanh knea lhot nah mnak nis trem khernh u sby jit kor mean kdey sok dea. Rkun dea tver laor j'muy nh nah ☺

2025-08-14

Lany - 13

29 Jan 2022, I saw her... It's been months since we last talked. A lot of things happened but memories of us still sculpted in my mind. I know that was solely my fault for pushing you so faraway that you and I have no idea how we could go back to the old us. It's ridiculous to say but despite my cold acts, I desperately want you to be mine although it's seemingly impossible. Being the third-wheel isn't my thing and me being a cheater would definitely out of the question. (Hey audiences, I know this sounds confusing. Lemme explain this, we both have our own partner) I don't know how to put this into word - the reasons why I chose to leave. However, I guess that was not a very bad decision I made, at least not to you. We both can focus on our own relationship. I'm so glad that you still can go on without my presence and be happy with your significant other and friends. You know what? I've been trying so hard to get you out of my mine. Countless attempts have passed, this time I admit that I failed... especially today. I was riding back home, listening to random songs on YouTube and thinking of you like I always do, and imagining how I would react and what I should say when we get to meet again... "the smell of you is way too much, not gonna put my heart through that... where did we go wrong? I know we started out alright" I was stunned. You were in front of me. Like 2m apart. You had your fav jacket on, the one that I tried to steal because you said your confidence dropped without this jacket. I saw some foods hanging on the hook which I thought that was for your mom because that's what you always did when we went back home after our unofficial date -- buying some foods home for your mama. I slowed down. My heart skipped a beat. That was unexpected, the person I'm thinking of and haven't talked to for months suddenly appeared in front of me, at the moment when our fav song played. I was stumbling, trying to figure out what I should do. Yet, nothing was done... Stupid, wasn't I? "Lately I've been someone and it ain't myself I'm spending all my time on somebody else I'm feeling all these feelings I don't understand You're the one good thing I ain't questioning Like ohh, if I knew that it would kill me I would still be there a thousand times over" This song came up next while I was secretly following her on her way back home. She rode too fast, without her helmet on (this girl is making me worried again). I really wanted to do something but I was not ready for this unexpected reunion. Finally, we seperated, not knowing when we'll officially meet again... mΓͺme si je sais que je le regretterai plus tard. __________________ Hey, please take a good care of yourself. Untill we meet again. That time, I will be the one who comes to you first like when we first met :) though it might take some times, probably 2-3 years since I'll be going somewhere farway, but I promise I'll be back to pickup where we left off. Last but not least, be happy, even without me... and... I hope you think about me the way I think about you. And yes, it was enchanting to meet you :)