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Georgie is going to break my heart. And I'm going to let her

the worst thing in the world is ti be in love withsomeone you can never have. ever!

ive never felt completely comfortable in my body. i dont think im trans because i have no desire to transition to the opposite sex. i just dont feel like.. what i am. not exactly. if i could describe it in any way id have to say a mix of genders would be the closest description. or maybe just a 'nothing' gender. i know my parents wouldnt understand. theyve always told me 'we werent cruel to you, you turned out alright' but i still have vivid memories of my mother telling me she didnt want my gay friends to 'turn me gay'. 'they cant come over anymore, theyll turn you gay.' and my father tearing my room apart for 'drugs' and going through and reading my personal letters to my friends while i screamed and cried because i didnt have anything. i cant tell them i doubt what i am. i cant tell them that i like both guys and girls. they know i have severe depression and anxiety and have imagined my own death countless times. my own mother came to see me when i was sent to a ward after almost overdosing on narcotics. and yet they think i came out ok. i didnt turn out 'gay' in their eyes so im good. i love my parents and will take care of them when theyre old but shit. i wish they were different people. im just so fed up with hving to wear a mask around them. with having to hide who i am. and if i admit anything i know ill either be scoffed at because i have a family now. im 26 and my feelings about it havent changed since i was 17. they wonder why i never talk to them anymore, why i only see them on the weekends when i have to. they wonder why i always isolate myself and cry weekly. i wish they could see the real me

why am I bleeding from my anu*?

Im really scared. it wont stop

Fuc*** up shit!

i don't have a story. i am useless guy.

I can't stop thinking about my last affair lover. We have not talked in over 6 months and i still think about him. it went away for a little while. I was doing better and now I am back. I am so depressed and I just want to die. I have no one in my life to count on. my life is completely depressing and I can't take it anymore. Should I contact him? just to get some closure or something? I feel as if I need something more.

i turned 24 few months ago. and i am worried about my life. Medication didn't cure my anxiety. My parents don't understand. there is no one to help. Totally hopeless now.

My boyfriend has been getting mad at small stuff and throwing things recently. He threw a vase at the wall today. I keep trying to ask him what's wrong but he just pushes me away. I don't know what to do.

Stomach churning - very bad diarrhea

Some of it leaked into my shoe in the bathroom. Had to throw my socks and underwear away because they were completely soiled. I have to be her eat work another 6 hours. I’m not allowed to take sick days

I’m not gonna make it

LOL, just prove them wrong!

Everyone has left. I finished school ten years ago and have been at the same job for a decade... now I’m changing jobs and leave at the end of the week ... I don’t start my new job in a new city until August 1st. I’ve got nothing left to do but go to the planet fitness gym near my apartment and work out and maybe gym stalk cute girls more or less non stop for the next two months

my longtime ex-girlfriend dumped me last month on Easter, and has already moved to New York. I’ve been drifting since then. She was my world for years. We were going to start a family. Now nothing.

Never found the answers at the bottom of a bottle. I looked a lot. I drank until I got drunk every day after that, and most of this month so far. Drinking this much has made me sick and fat. I need to stop. Going to the gym seems like a healthy way out. Even though, honestly half the time I’m just staring at girls on the treadmill while I secretly rubbing myself and trying to not let them see me following them around.

I’m so lonely right now.
4 of my of my best friends all left for better work earlier this month. Two moved to Texas and two moved to Chicago

My roommate left too about 3 weeks ago, on May 1st. I still have the lease on the apartment here until end of July.

I have never lived alone in my life. Now, I will be alone every day for 3 months.

The gym is almost all I have left.

I have an HP laptop, and an used iPhone 5, with one old charger and one beat up set of ear buds. I have 1 addidas gym bag, and 1 good sized Swiss Army backpack that has a laptop pouch, and one shaving kit with some toiletries, deodorant, razor, toothpaste, polo cologne etc. All the clothes I have I can fit into my gym bag and backpack easily.

It feels like I’m living out of a suitcase now. My girlfriend took so many of my things. I don’t even want to ask for them back anymore. This is all i have left and that’s fine: I have 1 Columbia Light jacket, 1 pair of decent Levi’s jeans, 1 pair of old beat up jeans, 1 nice polo shirt, and about 5 T-shirt’s, and two pair of gym shorts. Somehow I only 3 pairs of boxers. 5 pairs of socks. 1 pair of running shoes, one pair of boots. That’s really it. maybe 3 work shirts and 2 work pants, and one pair of work boots. I’m supposed to turn the work clothes back in when I’m done at the end of the week. I’ll see if they want me to.

The only thing left in my apartment is an old single bed mattress on the floor, and an old Coleman lightweight sleeping bag.

My fridge is empty. I got mad last night and threw out all the leftover food and poured all my alcohol down the drain. Then I smashed all the bottles against the dumpster in the apartment complex.

I have a large bottle of smart water on the counter and that’s about it. I have a small bag of peanuts I took from work in my backpack. I may pick up a few more bags of peanuts before I leave.

I fee broke and broken. I technically have some money in the bank after paying rent and utilities. $724 to be exact. I’m supposed to get one final check on Friday. $1034 after taxes.

My half the rent and utilities is supposed to run $450 for June and another $450 for July so that just about means I’ll only get about $100 to blow out of my last paycheck. my Ex-roommate swears he’s gonna pay his share of the rent so ai don’t get evicted. All the furniture was his. The futon, all the dressers and tables, coffee tables, all the glasses and dishes and silverware.

I realized when I helped him pack up his shit a few weeks ago that almost nothing in the apartment was mine. He left me a few cups of top ramen noodles that can be made in the microwave. That’s good because I don’t currently own a pot.

I cancelled internet last month to save money, but I actually can steal my neighbors WiFi if Insit in one corner of the apartment. Good enough to watch YouTube videos

Drinking and smoking all my money away on alcohol and cigarettes was stupid all those years. When I was with my ex girlfriend aid

after I put my daughter to bed, I go downstairs and drink myself to sleep alone on the couch everynight

i just turned 30 and have had 3 long term relationships, one of them ended with a failed marriage. almost two years ago i started dating this great guy that i thought was going to be that once in a lifetime kind of love. we had our issues. i fuc*** up and ended up cheating and it came out. since that time i realized how stupid i had been and become extremely dedicated to him. we broke up a couple of times but ended up getting back together. he got drunk at a wedding and i plugged his phone in for him and his phone vibrated at midnight which ended up being an email of a photo of his ex boyfriend. i then found that he had other pictures in his email. i also found videos and emails that i never thought i would find. there were craigslist ads he had created and other exs he had slept with since we got together. we’ve now been broken up for almost three months and i keep trying to let him go but i cant and i am continually unsure of what i should do. he is terrible with communication and i keep crawling back. i want to be strong and tell myself im worth more but my heart keeps on pushing me back to him. i feel constantly like im not worth very much and broken because of him. even after everything i still love him and want to be with him. am i just being a complete fool?

I age 13 i was molested by my stepdad. I didnt told my mom because she was already pregnant and my stepdad was my best friend’s dad...
ever since that day i havent been myself. My family always ask me why i hate him and its sickening when they see me as the bad guy. but i guess its my fault for not telling them, this is the price i have to pay so my mom and my best friend to not get hurt by his actions. its getting really hard to put up a happy face now adays for everyone.

I wish it would all end. I can't face another sunrise.

its ok if my best friends have betrayed me...

its honestly fine. it would be silly not to accept it. they made their own decisions.

its not gonna make me bitter, cos i know true friendship exists!!! i know because i know how much i care about my friends so i know someone else must be like me. everything happens for a reason, sometimes you have to do things alone. my future will be awesome and i like who i am.

i love someone who continues to make poor choices in their life. Mostly small things, but one or two chices that affected me. i know they will continue to do so no matter what help/advice/concerns i give them. They just do what the want to do. Ive was given an opportunity to walk out of the relationship and I took it. I dont regret leaving...but i miss this person too much.

The first time I went fishing and loved it, I was 9 years old. Then, nearly over a decade later, I wanted to do it again. Did it again, saw my step dad catch a fish, and now I don't want to go fishing ever again after seeing how those fish struggled to live. Firstly, my stp dad caught a baby (about half a foot long) beautiful little albino fish with a yellow stripe in the middle, and when me and my mom and the other girls begged him to let the poor fish live because it was just so small, he gave us the nastiest look and dumped the poor thing in the cooler. The poor creature shook that cooler for nearly 10 minutes before it stopped moving. Then the next fish he caught broke my heart. It was only a few inches bigger than the baby fish, and what traumatized me was how you could literally hear the creature GASPING for BREATH. Have you ever heard a choking tod*ler? THAT'S how that innocent fish sounded like while my step dad removed the sharp hook from its poor punctured mouth. I've never heard a fish gasp for breath before. I can still hear it in my sleep. How can people enjoy this torture? Abducting these living, breathing beautiful creatures, injuring them, causing them unmeasurable stress, and leaving them to suffocate and die in a freezing box of ice? These animals have beating hearts that race when they're gasping for air. I don't know how no one else feels the amount of pain that I feel for these creatures. What a horrible way to die, and for what reason? All they do is coexist in the ocean, and we mercilessly kill them. I remember when a fisherman once said that fish are nothing but "swimming machines made to eat" Really now? That just makes my blood boil. Seeing fish suffocate and die as they gasp for air, as they fight to live, and you're gonna preach me with that BS. The last fish my step dad caught was flopping and struggling to breathe for TWENTY WHOLE MINUTES. Even when he stopped moving, the poor thing was STILL trying to breathe! When it finally died, it's gill was spread wide open like a gaping hole. That creature literally tried so hard to take its last breath. It suffered and suffocated for so long, while everyone else is laughing and making fish food jokes. I don't get it. I wanted to cry. Recent studies have even shown that fish feel pain. I just can't fathom this cruelty

I need to quit drinking. It’s out of control. I’ve had DWIs, totaled three cars, been arrested, been hospitalized, and blacked out more times I can count. Woken up in strange places, strange hotel rooms. It’s going to kill me

I need to quit smoking. Cigarettes are killing me. I love them so much, but it’s been over 20 years and I can’t imagine life without them

I need to quit masturbating. I do it way too many times every day and it’s ruining my marriage

I need to stop eating dog shit. I eat fried everything. Fatty everything. Sugar everything. Soda and just pure shit basically. It’s toxic. It’s killing me. Making me fat and I’m disgusting

I need to stop fuc*** around at my career. I spend half of every day doing bullshit, wasting time online, looking at porn or YouTube videos or Facebook or just bullshit. I’ve been doing this for 10 years - wasting away in the same dead end job. It was the same way back in college. And high school before that. I need to stop absolutely wasting every single fuc*** day of my life.