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Don’t you ever get sick of being the victim?
I do, I am sick of being the victim all my life. That’s why this year I have put it upon myself to be the aggressor about 10% of the time.
Yeah, am still a victim most of the time, but it gives life a whole different taste, when you are victim only most of the time and not all of it.
I was given notice that coming week will be my last at work. My retaliation for that is that am going to delete all the contracts I have ever done for the company, some of which the company hasn’t received the payments yet.
They think I’m not a valuable person in the organization, then they can do just fine without the money I made for them.
My ex once again gave me the non-verbal dump (one you can’t even get an explanation for because he’s not even talking to you, not even telling you its over).
I told him I will hack his email to check if he ever really applied for jobs for me like he promised, (that was the 1st time he calls me since Sunday!). I told him I wasn’t prepared to speak to him before he grows some balls. I also told him I cheated on him with 3 guys, and gave the numbers of 3 guys that I hate but wont leave me the f*** alone (I never really did it, these are guys I don’t even talk to). I told him they used to make fun of him, while they fucked me, and I found it entertaining.
I have been abusive to other guys before when its all over, and I feel like I got played, but every single time I did it, I had completely lost hope and was repelled by the guy.
I still love this one, I don’t know if I did the right thing.
I don’t think he believes me, because I have lied about this before.
Still; I hate this, this was supposed to make me feel good (it has before) instead here I am feeling like s***.

New Confession

So, one time I told my mom that I wanna buy a lollipop, I was 17 that time. My step brother then asked if he could come my mom and I agreed. Me and my step brother let’s just call him Daniel. Daniel the both of went out to buy. We bought a few things lollies and he said he wanted a beer, so I bought one for him. But on the way home walking he asked saying “I have a lollipop why would you buy one?” I looked confused. But I just said I like the strawberry flavored more. he then asked if we could go somewhere for awhile, I agreed cuz’ why not, The house is boring anyway. We went to this secluded area it’s dim but not to dark. No person is walking at that time because it’s night a bit late. We sat down on the bench right beside each other. around probably 5 minutes passed, he took my hand and hovered at top of his “DIH’ it was hard, very hard. my hand is not inside yet. He spoke “you make me this hard everyday.” mind you he was 22 at that time. I sat down still, I didn’t move one bit and just let him do what he wants to. then, he puts my hand inside and helped me stroke his “Dih” I stroked it, he started moaning softly minutes passed like that, he spoke after “Can you s*** for me?” I nodded, because what can I do? I sucked his dih and he exploded on my mouth. I thought it was done and he told me to swallow so I did. after that we didn’t tell mom nor dad it’s our little secret. that was 6 months ago, and now we both sometimes do it when we are alone.

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