#AnonymousConfessions 381:
They slept in their boxers and no way was I touching THOSE
-asdf
#AnonymousConfessions 382:
Um, excuse me fake asdf, I pooped in NOBODY'S garden
-asdf
#AnonymousConfessions 383:
I regret stealing small stuffs
#AnonymousConfessions 384:
I want to try very hard till my bones turn into ashes so that I feel a form of self satisfaction to get rid of the guilt for not trying hard enough when looking at my mothy eyes and saying I did try
#AnonymousConfessions 385:
One time when I was six, I stuck the end of a plugged in electrical cord in my mouth to see what would happen.
I was shocked.
-asdf
#AnonymousConfessions 386:
i waiting for a confession from a person using pseudonym "zxcv"
~qwerty
#AnonymousConfessions 387:
Okay, so this one time, two of my brothers and I made a molotov cocktail...
That was actually pretty cool
-asdf
#AnonymousConfessions 388:
I have no friends and get real lonley.
#AnonymousConfessions 389:
Not many know this, but I run my own business after I graduated from college. Worst decision of my life, I rarely receive clients anymore which has left me in a rote. I'm broke, like super broke and yes at some point business wasn't booming but it wasn't as bad as now. I earn less than 100 dollars a year and have to live with my parents, and I get so frustrated because they treat me like a child still and I'm over 25. I've applied for jobs like crazy everywhere and no one calls back which sucks. Our country has a super low employment rate, practically non-existent and the only thing helping me feel better is my writing. I've always wanted to be a writer, and recently am editing for a friend and they like how I do it. My mom knows and she said one night that maybe that's my true calling. I don't know cause it's really difficult as hell. I use to have sooo many dreams back in college but that went to dust. Real life and the real world is like walking through fire and you will get burned. I still have some slim hope, but I'm running out of it.
#AnonymousConfessions 390:
I lie to my parents. All the time. They don't know I have a private email, that I even have a wattpad. I make up lies and tell them to my friends, and my parents know lies about friends. I feel like I am below my other two friends. They're so smart, and recognized as being so. I'm just... me
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Confessions Anonymous 2
Non-FictionA Sequel to 'Confessions Anonymous' which was started as an experiment that blasted through the forums! The aim of this book is the same as the previous one! 1. Pure Entertainment 2. Humor 3. Ideas to inspire others in writing their books, as you ne...
