I am giving up and going home before I have even really tried because that’s what I always do when things get a bit tough.
Posts Tagged ‘Confession’
I Had Sex With a Prostitute
I’ve fought the temptation to pick up street prostitutes for more than six-months. Every time I drive past the city’s red light district I have the urge. If ever I saw a hooker my heart would race and my muscles would go weak. I never gave in, but last week, in the midst of hung-over sleeplessness, I woke at 4am and drove to the city’s red district. One girl gave me her number – I said I’d call her when I had cash. I went home and still couldn’t sleep. So I hit the streets and, after collecting another woman’s number, I spotted the girl from earlier. We went back to her flat for sex.
I slept for thirty minutes before I needed to start work at 8.30. Immediately when I woke I was angry, frustrated and confused that I’d done it. I haven’t stopped thinking about it for a week. I feel empty-headed, souless and heartless. I’ve let myself down. I even feel like I’ve ruined my life – and I’ll be dirty inside forever. I’m a disgrace. I hate myself for being so weak. I feel like I’ve been unfaithful to my hobby – which I’ve always turned to for happiness to stop me using whores. I wasn’t arrested and I used a condom, but my heart feels sullied. My insides feel like a sewer. I need some help letting go of what I did. it was a mistake and I’ll never do it again. I just want to forgive myself and get in with my life.
Have You Ever…
Have you ever sat back and thought that there is so much more to what happens in the world than meets the eye. Have you ever sat back and considered that this current world situation might actually have been brought about by design not by default?
You Don’t Know Who I Am
I am the girl friend. I’m the one you talk to. Have fun with. The one you never take out or spend weekends and holidays with. I’m the one you use when you need comfort and advice. I am the one who listens to you. The one who tells you it’ll be ok. I am the perfect boring friend that you never have to do anything for. Never have to give anything back to.
Only I am not that perfect. Once a week I meet a man, a different man, a stranger sometimes and I fuck him. I do it for the money, for the present, for the secret thrill. I do it because I can. When you tell me your pathetic secrets and your pathetic problems, I am busy planning my next meet. You think that I am boring and dumb. I think you didn’t look carefully. You clearly don’t know who I am.
I Want a Daddy
I’ve never had a dad and I think all girls want to be daddy’s girl and have this one man in your life that would do anything for you. I can’t have relationships with guys my age. I’m attracted to old men I want someone 20 years or more older to be my daddy. It makes me feel dirty because it is almost incest but all I want is to be someone’s little girl.
I Killed It!
I went to a party at my friends place and she’d made drinks and cocktails and she gave me one of those long drinks and it was the worst I’ve ever tasted so when she wasn’t looking I poured it on one of her plants and now she just told me it died and she is really sad cos she loved that plant and I don’t know if I should tell her that I killed it or not. What if she knows it was me? Then I’m an idiot for not saying anything. But what if she doesn’t know? Then if I tell her I might lose a friend over a stupid drink?
Confessions? Well, I Never!
My first honest confession ever: I’ve never told the truth in the Confession Booth! What about you? What’s the worst lie you’ve ever told the priest?
