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I like looking up girls skirts and dresses and also why do girls wear black shorts under their skirts and dresses :((

For years, I've molded myself to fit the image my friends want me to be. They never ask anything of me. Never ask me to change anything and yet I do it to make sure they won't leave me all alone. When I was 7, I still slept with a night light. My friend said she didn't use one any longer. I trained myself for weeks to get rid of the nightlight, to the point where I had night terrors because I thought there were monsters in my room. When I finally told her that I no longer slept with a night light, she replied saying that she sleeps with one on all the time. I had endured constant fear of the dark and what was in it, only to be told there hadn't been a reason for it. Later on, sometime in 3rd grade, I had met a girl named Madison who was the "it" girl of the school. In an effort to impress her so I could be her friend, I became one of those ditzy girls that would follow her like a dog. She would critizie me on my outfits and I'd apologize, telling her I'd wear something different the next day. There had been one day where my mom had gotten me a new striped shirt I really liked. I went to school wearing it, thinking I looked really nice, when horror had washed over me when I realized I was wearing stripes. Madison hated stripes. The moment I saw her, I had run up to her and started to spew apology after apology, saying my mother had forced me to wear it. In the end, she had told me she had thought my shirt looked somewhat nice. I haven't worn a striped shirt since. In high school, I had moved and made some new friends. They cussed, watched anime, talked about the strangest things, and called thmeselves introverts. I hated cussing but I learned to in an effort to seem more like them. I stopped talking to random people in an attempt to seem more like an introvert. I watched anime that I didn't like but they liked. I made myself into what they liked so they wouldn't grow tired of me. Now, I'm still in constant fear that they'll hate me someday so I keep changing myself to suit them. They don't ask me to, but I do anyway. I'm not even sure who I am anymore.

An ex married lover wants to meet me today. We have not seen each other in two years. I used to like seeing him but I fell in love with the last married guy I had an affair with so I don't think I should go see him. I am afraid I will think about the one I am in love with and feel all hurt and crazy. But I need to see other guys to get my mind off of him. Idk what to do. I have men on dating sites that want to meet me but I get scared and don't go. My life sucks. It is not where i want it to be. So I resorted to meeting married men for forbidden sex for excitement. This has to be the worst...being in love with a married man that at one time cared about you, or said and acted like he did, and now just threw me aside to the curb. I should be over this by now. I get better, then I back slide. I know I can never be with him. I hurt so bad. He doesn't know I ever felt this way. My life sucks to begin with and then you add this in. I walk around like a ghost. I have no one to count on, to help me, I just trudge through life. I am extremely depressed, lonely, heartbroken, hate myself for how my life turned out, I am filled with hate and revenge. I miss him so much. How do I get over this?

Driving makes me anxious as hell. I have no idea why, but I'm also so bad at it, it makes me feel stupid, incompetent, and horrible. I keep making new mistakes and sometimes repeating old ones, I get anxious about the other people and cars around me, I'm careless and bad at making judgments. Even taking my theory test took me over a year after I turned 16, and then I had to take it again because it expired. Then I failed my road test which wasn't surprising but it made me feel like shit. Sometimes it's my wandering anxious mind while I'm driving that pulls my thoughts and emotions away from concentrating. Once I make one mistake, I start feeling bad which makes me make more mistakes, and I know this because I do that in other contexts not just driving and I haven't learned my lesson apparently. I also feel so guilty and bad for spending so much money on driving lessons these things are so expensive and I've spent so much and I still haven't gotten my license and I can't quit now. I haven't been practicing despite lying to my instructor that I have; my test is coming up real soon and I don't want to fail again. I can't afford that, literally. I've been practicing as a passenger, as mental exercises and watching other people turn. But there's also the technical stuff like parking which I can't always do too. I envy every single person out there with a driving license, those of you who make it look so easy and relaxing when it is my biggest demon for some unknown reason. I wish I could just... do it, but I keep messing up. I know I need practice but also my parents won't let me drive their car cause they think I'll damage it or something and I also don't want to spend money on extra lessons so I am left with no practice and I'm going to fail again which will absolutely crush me so I can't let that happen. I'm determined to do everything perfectly. I tell myself that every time but this time I'm determined to make it happen.

why do asians spit hate at their white inlaws who don't even abuse them. we only know what we know about them via who is in our family invovled with them, so wake up.

i just swallowed a guy's load for the first time! it was pretty gross but at the same time exciting. btw i am a 37 year old married man with 3 children. wife has no idea that i love sucking.

I am 54, married, reasonably successful. Many years ago, when I was in my early 20s, I was a peeping tom. I would walk around the neighborhood at night and peep into people's bedroom windows. I would masturbate while watching women undress. I would sometimes see couples having sex. I even masturbated while watching people masturbate (male and female). By far the most arousing thing I ever saw was a threesome between 2 bi guys and a girl. In fact, it was that incident that kept me peeping for years to come - I always wanted to see it happen again.

So I just turned 18, and on the night of my birthday I fuc*** my moms boyfriend while she was out running errands.

my new thai girlfriend told me that a small penis doesn't matter in a loving relationship. i still wish she didn't have one then.

i really wished that it hasn't ended. i really showed the best part of me. I make time for you, i really got out from the country and meet you even just for a few days. i put all of my efforts to be with you. we talked about our fantasy , how we're going to get married and have a family. it feels just really nice. all the sudden that one fine day, you decided to change. you we're not what you used to be. you left me without a reason. all of the fun we had at the theme park, we spend time talking about everything. you left me wondering and hanging. i. never been such an acceptable person i didn't care about your looks eventho you don't look like all the cute guys I liked. i was just simply loving you without a doubt.i missed you. But now, day by day I'm just learning to live without your presence. sad songs just seems to be sadder. i cried at some nights. it hurts E, it really does. but yeah, thank you for wasting my time.

I have no clue what to feel anymore, im constantly torn on finding the strenght to kill myself and finding the will to keep living. i feel like someone and no one. I love myself but i hate myself. Life has never been easy and ive kept so many secrets so no one in my family will get hurt. ive lived a fuc*** up life and for once in my life im in a stable home but ive never been more depressed or felt more sucidal in my entire life. i know i wont kill myself right now but i feel like i will one day, like im just not going to able to stop it. I want to live but each and everday in this horrible suffering i dont know if i can do this everyday. its such a battle to even get out of bed. i work and ill be starting college soon but im scared because i never even thought id get this far. ive never told anyone before. i just cant keep going on feeling this way. i just want to see the world in color. everyrhing is so bleak.

I feel insecure because my husband's ex seems to be more successful and beautiful than me. She owns a makeup distributor , and a bridal makeup service company. She always look beautiful and stylish. While I am on the other side just a plain woman with zero knowledge about makeup and a salaried worker. My husband loves me and I just happen to know her existence because he told me that she keep shooting his fb inbox everyday. She already married with 3 children. My husband told me that their relationship ended because that woman wants to marry someone equal to her status, so she left him few years before I know my husband. She only started to contact my husband when she knows our marriage. She has been asking around my in laws family about my husband's phone number because she wants to "congratulate" us, but luckily none of them gives the number. I know and I can feel my husband love for me but I still have that insecure feelings.

I pretended to be sick for a year. I missed out on school and friends. I stayed home like a lazy bum. I went to hospitals with top doctors deciving them all. But my test results came back and I am actually very sick. It makes me scared to think it was real. And it is for sure. I have done surgery and more and im still sick. Is it karma? Maybe. But now looking back i wish i enjoyed the times going to school and with friends instead of staying home. Im really stupid, honestly. What should a terrible person like me do? Please i need real answers.

I want to look at pornography right now, but I don't want to feel shitty when I see my girlfirend later.

I hate cardi b and iggy azalia and selena gomez and kadashinans. I hate them. I so hate kayne west. I hate so much on tv now. I just hate it all because its so bad and pathetic.

I am more of a butt man.

i have to confess... i have pure hatred for society, the greed, the selfishness. everyday i wanna see people burn. why should there be billionaires while there are people starving out there..some days i just wanna shoot up a populated area. and kill these filthy pests i share the same air with. but my confession... i have killed 3 people in my lifetime. i do not regret my actions. one was a rapist that killed a little girl. i watched his eyes roll back while he choked to death... i have a constant urge to kill. i stopped feeling human many months ago. now i feel like im becoming the monster i once hated, greed rage and selfishness. i wish i was telling a lie, but im not but i wish i could end this acrimony in my heart and be normal. but all i see is bloodstained hands every night i sleep. voices telling me to die, to kill, reminding me of the rage i have. so to whoever sees this, tell me, who the real monster is, me, or the ones that made me what i am...

Been going without s e x for a bit now ...trying to enjoy my company etc. I would rather do that than be with a dude who thinks he can randomly show up to my apt. Wtf. I am worthy and a good woman...so fk you if that doesnt fit with your agenda for the evening.

To Girls! Every single one of you need to understand that it is your job, your duty, and your obligation as a girl to suck dic*. There is no, I dont like doing it, its gross. It is your obligation as a girl to put a mans dic* in your mouth and to suck on it...period.

I'm in love with one of my best friends. Only problem? She has a girlfriend. When I found she had asked out this girl and she said yes I was filled with grief. So, I made up a lie. I told her that my parents are abusive and that I hated them both. Every chance I get I tell more lies to her just to get her attention and compassion. I hate lying to her. I wish I could stop but this has gotten out of hand. If she ever finds out I don't think I could ever show my face to her or my parents ever again. This is a horrible experience.