Category: Religion
#12803
27
April
2012
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Need to get it off my chest
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#12799
27
April
2012
by:
Leidiana
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#12595
22
January
2012
by:
Kris
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#12535
22
December
2011
by:
hyperslut
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#12441
15
November
2011
by:
religionnot
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#12386
I don't have anyone to talk to. I have so many things to say about topics in which I'm interested, but none of my friends seem to care about the same things I do. They don't like to analyze things the way I do. They just kind of like to sit and enjoy, which I think is okay, but it's not engaging to me in the least.

I have a best friend. I pour my heart out to him sometimes. But I always feel as he is completely uninterested in the conversation and wishes I could move on to something else. It breaks my heart. It happened today and I just ended up telling him that if I bored him, he should just tell me. He finally owned up to it and I assured him that I would talk to someone else on the subject to keep him from having to hear about it.

But I don't have anyone else. I'm an adult. No one ever taught you how to make friends aside from being in the same home room with them or working in the same field as a person. I work in the same field as my friends. That's why they're my "friends." But - for all intents and purposes, I feel alone. I feel like crying. I wish I could find someone who intellectually challenges me and wants to debate me on topics well into the night. That's what I want. That's what I need. Until then, I guess I'm alone, right?
23
October
2011
by:
Ziarre
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#12283
I call a company and order their 5-day, 10 lb. weight loss program.

The next day, there a knock on the door and there stands before me a voluptuous, athletic, 19 year old babe dressed in nothing but a pair of Nike running shoes and a sign around her neck.

She introduces herself as a representative of the weight loss company.

The sign reads, "If you can catch me, you can have me."

Without a second thought, I take off after her.

A few miles later huffing and puffing, I finally give up.

The same girl shows up for the next four days and the same thing happens.

On the fifth day, I weighs myself and am delighted to find I lost 10 lbs. as promised.

I call the company and order their 5-day/20 pound program.

The next day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunning and beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.

She is wearing nothing but Reebok running shoes and a sign around her neck that reads, "If you catch me you can have me."

Well, I am out the door after her like a shot.

This girl is in excellent shape and I do my best, but no such luck.

So for the next four days, the same routine happens with me gradually getting in better and better shape.

Much to my delight on the fifth day when I weight myself, discover that I lost another 20 lbs. as promised.

I decide to go for broke and call the company to order the 7-day/50 pound program.

"Are you sure?" asks the representative on the phone. "This is our most rigorous program."

"Absolutely," I reply, "I haven't felt this good in years."

The next day there's a knock at the door; and when I open it I find a huge muscular guy standing there wearing nothing but pink running shoes and a sign around his neck that reads,"If I catch you, you are mine!!!"

I lost 63 pounds that week.
30
August
2011
by:
churchalex
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#12282
30
August
2011
by:
churchalex
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#12195
03
August
2011
by:
endmyself
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#12189
Let's just call it the south. My parents were extremely traditional: They hated Jews. They hated black people.

When I was about 14, my dad got a job offer in a big city. My dad decided to move. We couldn't afford good housing right away so we lived in the ghetto. It was a decrepit brown building with exhaust stains in the eaves and bars over the windows. The front lawn was made up of old dead grass that turned to powder when you stepped on it. The front fence was about 5 feet tall, and was bowed where a car had run into it.

I was driven to and from school every morning. My parents didn't want me riding with those "coloreds". When I got home, I was allowed to watch as much television as I wanted after my homework was done.

I couldn't leave the house.

I wasn't allowed to play with the neighbor kids. Facing the street, on our left was a Peurto Rican family. On our right were some black folk.

Summer came and since both of my parents were working at that point, they were gone for most of the day. I started sneaking out during the day to play with the neighborhood kids. There was Angel Jr. (Junior) and Dishon. We played all summer together and became really great friends.

Nearing the end of summer, we were playing football about two blocks from our houses in the street with some other kids. It was about 11am. I saw my dad's car round the corner. I stopped. Everyone stopped. Everyone knew about my parents.

My dad slowly drove up and got out of the car. He didn't say a word, but grabbed me by the hair and literally threw me through the open car window into the passenger's seat. I hit my head on the e-brake and started to bleed.

I was grounded. I sometimes saw Dishon and Junior, but was never allowed to speak to them. We moved about 6 months after that to an extremely white neighborhood.

A couple weeks before we moved, somebody spray painted on the side of our house. My dad heard them doing it and ran outside. He caught one of them and beat the living shit out of him. I'd never seen such a bloody mess. The guy was very unconscious.

He held him down and spray painted the "N" word on his t-shirt. Then he brought him out onto the street and made me go get some rope from the garage. He tied him to a telephone pole in front of a house a half a block from ours and then called the police, saying that there had been a disturbance. Basically, we heard the guy screaming as the cops picked him up. My dad started leaving a loaded shotgun near the front door.

Anyway, after we moved things settled down. Occaisionally when I'm visiting home, they still say racist stuff. But I don't think he's been violent in a long time.
02
August
2011
by:
noracism
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#11632
28
February
2011
by:
amunserma
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#11608
I've never been to a church confession so feel like I have a lot of pent up feelings I can't deal with anymore. I feel desperate for an end to the situation I am living in and have been living in for so many years. I live with my husband and little boy in a house I share with my sister and mother. It used to be our family home but then my parents divorced and I was given half with my sister.
When my father was living with us he used to beat me (I even lost a child before my son was born) and he was terrible to my mother and cheated on her many times. She has MS and couldn't ever fight back to him. The only reason my husband stayed there for so long was because we were planning to build on top of my parents house - cheaper than buying something new and we had inherited money from the family that my dad had. The last straw was one time when he beat me badly and my husband and sister got involved too against him (he beat my sister that day too). Mum got a restraining order on him and they divorced. She then gave the house to me and my sister (my father took over 40,000 pounds with him that was supposed to be for me and my sister to build/buy our own places - deposit). We all lived together for 2 years, saying we'd sell the house and get our own places with my mother living with either one of us (wherever she preferred, but not alone). In that time I was left to deal with everything in the house. I never expected any help from my mum because she's not in a position to help, but I did expect help from my sister. She never once cleaned, did laundry, paid bills, etc. She rarely cooked/s and has never pulled her weight in the house. Since having my son I now work full time and come home to have to clean and cook, as well as take care of my son and mother in the evenings (he's just turned one). I had a big argument with my sister about this and she told me straight out if I don't do it no one will and that she'll only do what she wants to do when she wants to do it. My mum took her side and said I have to do it all on my own too.
Since this, my husband and I have decided we have to leave now. I speak with my mum and sister but feel so let down by them and forget what they said. I've lost so much weight - despite eating all the 'wrong' foods and although everyone keeps nagging me about my weight. no one wants to accept why I've lost weight - basically I only have a break when I'm at work. My sister told me if we leave the house and use my half as collateral to buy ouw own place she will never speak to me again (at this point I don't feel like I'll loose anything). Plus since their divorce our neighbours did a hate campaign about us (they took my fathers side) and made life very unbearable for me (they blamed me for their divorce because I called the police on him after he'd beaten me, plus I called the police on them too because of the things they did to us - put their dogs to mess in our garden and on our veranda, shouted abuse at us, threw lemons at our front door, etc). We had always agreed to sell up and have a fresh start. Now my mum and sister say they don't want to leave and I'm selfish for wanting to leave. My mum even said I'm abandoning her. This is all causing problems with my husband and I am never relaxed now and physically chake everytime I am on my way home to that house. I don't know what to do. If it wasn't for my son I wouldn't want to be here anymore.
23
February
2011
by:
Duffderydrole
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#11590
i don't know what i was thinking. i have felt trapped and have been so unhappy in this new city, and i have been taking out on my husband. he is very busy at work and i have been feeling completely left out. last night, i accused him of cheating (signs are there, but i can't differentiate how valid they are) and he tried to grab my arms. i got out of his grip and hit him in the face. he responded likewise.
i have never felt more awful about anything in my life. i have given up my life to be with this man, and have never been happier with anyone. i don't see how this could have escalated to this point. i refuse to justify our actions. i don't know what to do. i would go to real confession, but there is no catholic church in our area.
if anyone has any advice, i would love to hear from you
thank you so much for taking the time to read this.
god bless.
19
February
2011
by:
buyp
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#11535
05
February
2011
by:
srodeknaodchudzanie
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#11521
01
February
2011
by:
quecevepe
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#11516
31
January
2011
by:
guiftetuext
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#11499
Now, I'm not a religious man. No, not at all. I've hated the feuds between them and what they claim to do, but don't.

But it is at a time like this where I just want someone to listen.

I just don't what to do anymore, in school that is. I have a brilliant mind, with a great potential. I'm an up-and-coming computer programmer. I have this passion for coding, and I just love it.

But what the point of having that fiery passion if I have school troubles? Starting from elementary school all the way to where I am right now, a senior in high school, I can barely get myself to do homework. I can't lift a pencil without losing my attention. I type, but with the internet around, my mind wanders away. And I know that I'm doing all of these wrongs, too. I just can't help it. I've become accustomed to this kind of behavior, but I know it's wrong my mind and my future.

My parents hate me for it. They've lost all hope in me. They've spent so much money just trying to help me. They sent me to academies, hired tutors, gone to seminars, all that just to help. But what have I done? Nothing but sit my big fat butt on this seat of mine.

I just don't know what to do anymore. I've even concocted ways to kill myself. I know how to use pills the most effective way possible, where to cut for a short/long death, maybe a few electric wires here and there, but I don't. I don't kill myself, because I know how precious life is. I know that life is the only true that I have.

I'm starting to break here. I'm a natural bottle, been holding these feelings in for so long that I can't even remember the start. I cry, but there's no one lean on. My parents have drift off into a different river of life. My little brothers dislike me. I have friends at school, but even now I have started to drift away.

I can't type anymore. Its become to hard to type like this. But, thank you for listening. Just thank you for listening to this poor miserable self.
26
January
2011
by:
Phesplauple
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#11473
21
January
2011
by:
Appohawbiob
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#11472
20
January
2011
by:
Solleno
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#11469
19
January
2011
by:
RichardJP
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