After trying for a while to break up with my girlfriend I realized words alone would not do the trick. So, I devised a plan to get my girlfriend to cheat on me.

I met this amazing girl in an Asian country early last year in a hotel sexual encounter, paying about $100 for her services. We kept in touch, spent several months together, now this year I came back and soon I will be meeting her family and she mine. None of them will ever know. I am seriously considering marrying her, yet she until recently was working, behind my back even.

I really, really love black people. I’m white, but if I could be reborn as any race it would be as a black guy. I don’t know what it is, but they’re just so cool in everything they do.

I’m turning 34 tomorrow but my girlfriend thinks I’m only 17

There is not one single person in my entire life that knows the whole truth about me.

I have lied under oath. I was testifying on behalf of one of my friends about an incident. The worst part is, it wasn’t even to protect him. It was to cover up a lie I told him about what had happened when the incident occurred. They asked me about it, and with him looking, I couldn’t deal with the fact that I had lied to him. They asked more questions, and I had to make up more bullshit to cover it up. The case is still pending and I have massive amounts of anxiety about it.

my twin sister died when we were 4. i never really felt that sad about it. i do feel sad that it has affected my family dynamic so much. during the funeral, i pretended to cry whenever my mom was crying. i’d ask for a tissue whenever she did. it makes me feel like i monster that she was in so much pain and i didn’t really feel anything. when the subject comes up i still fake my emotions to gain sympathy from others and to seem normal.

I live in a kind of fantasy world, where I am sort of convinced somehow that one day I will be a billionaire inventor/physicist/philanthropist and will be the first man on Mars. I understand that I am totally delusional, and yet I still pursue this fantasy in my real life decisions.

Everyone thinks my ex broke up w me because he fell out of love w me. Actually, he wanted to marry me, but is so sick he would probably die in less than 5 years, and he didn’t want to drag me though that. I respect his decision but I hate that he didnt at least propose when he actually wanted to. It made me so confused. I also hate that I can’t tell anyone that this is the real reason for the breakup. No one will ever be able to truly understand.

I met another girl after I started dating my significant other. It was love at first sight. We talked a lot, but I never pursued it because I was already in a relationship. After a few years, she has married and expecting. We still love each other, and a part of me wishes I married her. I guess we will get our chance in another life.