confessions
fuck off, dickhead.theoneandonly wrote:Unless they're family or one of the maybe three or four really close friends, I only answer my phone about one fifth of the time and always make up a story about why I couldn't talk when I really don't care. Most people must think I live at the library by now.
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Anything sexual when I know it's going to happen has never really turned me on. I just stop caring and it's not fun when I don't have to try. Even when I was in 7th grade and had my first real girlfriend she called me saying she was "ready to try other stuff" after always making out and I made up some story about going out of town when I really just wanted a few days to play mega-man undisturbed.
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I don't think of myself as an alcoholic simply because I'm young and don't know if I believe in alcoholism in general, but the fact is I drink at least every other day on average. Not always getting fucked up, but drinking none the less. I don't know if my body feels urges to have it when I go without it because I never go more than half a week without it.
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I recently stopped seing a girl I've been seeing since early October. We met a party and fucked that night in an upstairs room so I never would trust her. I never thought of her as my girlfriend and still fucked around with other girls but she thought I was her boyfriend. I even became really cool and close with her parents. I was never even that attracted to her, but I figured whatever, she always used to pay for my bar tab and restaurant bill. A normal night would consist of going to a bar in the evening - drinking for an hour or two, leaving the bar to go eat at a restaurant, then back to the bar and drink for another hour or two...her paying for the whole night.
I got used to the idea and one night in December when i was blackout drunk after she paid for my bar tab I (this is drunk logic by the way, I wouldn't do it sober) told her that I loved her but just because I was going to be leaving for a month to go back home for winter break and wanted to make sure when I came back things would be the same and she'd still pay for my shit.
I kept it up for a few more months with her believing that I loved her and slowly stopped answering her calls here and there.
Eventually I just stopped calling her all together.
I did feel bad at first in January when I realized I was going to have to keep pretending to love her or end it there. But I kept pretending and now I don't feel bad at all.
She was emotionally unstable - she was 24 and was very close to marriage before she met me. But six months before we met her very young daughter died and it basically destroyed the relationship between her and her fiance. She was emotionally unstable and I took advantage of it, I got free booze and regular pussy out of it. The money I was saving from her paying for my shit I was able to use on taking other girls out.
I'm a dick, but I'm 20 and can't even think about getting close enough to marriage with someone who's already been a mother. I hope she finds a guy that will treat her better.
Keith Richard's did it with his dad's ashes, why can't I do it with my grandfathers?
True story though - and not much of a confession -
When I was 5 years old I was walking around my grandparents house, which was right next to a funeral home they owned. I went inside, walked down a hallway, and opened a door to find my grandfather in a room getting bodies ready for their funerals. There were 4 or 5 old dead folks on tables, in their underwear, and my granddad, greased up hair and cigarette hanging from his mouth, combing their hair. he looked at me, I looked at him, nobody said a word, I shut the door and left. That experience left me changed in an odd way.
True story though - and not much of a confession -
When I was 5 years old I was walking around my grandparents house, which was right next to a funeral home they owned. I went inside, walked down a hallway, and opened a door to find my grandfather in a room getting bodies ready for their funerals. There were 4 or 5 old dead folks on tables, in their underwear, and my granddad, greased up hair and cigarette hanging from his mouth, combing their hair. he looked at me, I looked at him, nobody said a word, I shut the door and left. That experience left me changed in an odd way.
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