Welcome to the Secret Confessions thread. Beyond the pure anonymity of the internet, there lies a certain level of understanding behind all the accounts here on FF. The SC account carries burden of allowing the user to give a candid, private confession with (hopefully) understanding feedback. The SC thread is for other posters to give kind and/or helpful advice, words of empathy, or a secret of their own (under the SC name or not).
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If you would like to use the SC account for ANY reason beside posting in this thread, please PM me- even if it's under the SC name (this is not to exert authority, but to maintain order over a very accessible account).
THAT'S BECUASE IT'S CHIVALROUS. God, the men are supposed to be brave and stuff. It's just a manly thing to do. Plus, girls can't ask guys out, we have the right to be scared.
And who is the 0.0001? I'm sure she feels flattered by that...
My mom doesn't take my side in anything, and I should have remembered that. I just talked to my dad about all the stuff that went on last week, he took my side immediately, agreed how unfair things were and gave me advice for tomorrow and stuff. I'm ready to kick ass.
I haven't been able to sleep for three days. The last time I got nightmares this bad, I had to get therapy. (I know, I'm 15, please don't make fun) But if my dad has to pay for more, he'll be pissed. Especially since he's involved in two law suits right now.
It... It was from the season finale of The Mentalist. I mean, I know I'm a whimp, so I don't watch CSI anymore and stuff for this very reason. But, geez, it's The Mentalist. At least, I think that's what caused it...
Anyways, I'm torn between being stuck in a dark room, very much alone, seeing the RedJohn smiley made out of blood everywhere I look, or telling my parents and possibly tearing my family completely apart.
Just try to calm yourself down before you go to sleep. Listen to some soothing music, or have hot chocolate or something. Okay, yeah I know, it's almost summer, but whatever.
It's gonna be alright. Use ridikulus. No, really, just imagine yours fears as really stupid things or imagine you kicking the shit out of them. It helps.
Also, if you needed therapy the last time, try getting it from someone that doesn't charge a kabajizillion of dollars, talk to one of us or a friend. We really don't think bad of people for things like this.