I don’t know where to start from. I don’t know how did I reach this site. I’m just going to type whatever comes to my mind first. I’m confused. I’m

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I don’t know where to start from. I don’t know how did I reach this site. I’m just going to type whatever comes to my mind first. I’m confused. I’m guilty. I’m in pain. Mostly, I’m confused. I don’t know what sort of person am I. I’m over-emotional maybe. Things affect me way too much. If I’ll see a homeless on road, I’ll cry. If I’ll see an aged person doing labour, I’ll cry. I go deep in a melancholic space when I think about orphanages, old-age homes, poverty, and crimes. I can’t sleep if I hear a dog crying on street outside my house. I catch other people’s moods when they’re depressed or sad. My mind is never silent. It’s always churning something or the other. Sometimes, I say mean things in a fit of anger and I’m the one who suffers and regrets it the most. I feel so guilty. This is what happened today. It wasn’t such a big deal anyway. So I was supposed to get some documents corrected from bank which I submitted 2 months back. I was supposed to get it back after 10 days. I was prepccupied and also didn’t get any call from them so I didn’t go after 10 days. Today after two months when I went there, I got to know that they hadn’t even started the procedure of my documents yet and asked me to come after another 10 days. I lost it for a moment and sort of took it out on the person who was responsible. I even told him that I was going to complain to higher authorities. But when I reached home, I started feeling so guilty about being rude to that person. I mean, bank is a montonous place, he might have forgotten or something. Whatever, I don’t know. The thing is now I’m constantly thinking how that person must have felt. I feel guilty. I know people have some big confessions to make and all. And here am I, feeling guilty about being rude to someone who was actually at fault. Maybe that’s why I’m here. Some might think what a petty stupid confession it is. Maybe it is. But yeah, that’s all. I want to sleep and writing in journal just didn’t help today. Maybe this will.

New Confession

My daughters boyfriends uncles grabbed me coming out the door. They pushed me into a nice Escalade and told me were going for a ride. They took me to this place far away from anywhere if they chose to they could kill me and no one would find me. I was threatened by the kid he told me about his uncles and what they could do. I was scared shitless. Wondering what was in their mind. They told me they heard the stories and they were disappointed. These guys were muscular they worked out they were threatening figures. We arrived at a house away past the Forrest. Behind the mountains. Real high up. We went into a closed private room with a tv set and a couple of seats. Through his phone he set up a double chat with his nephew and my daughter was with him. They talked as they explained I was there with them and they would get to see everything that’s about to happen.
They told me to strip, socks and all.
They then cuffed my arms on the wall spread apart and same with my legs. They detailed my hole body part for part degrading in verbal abuse every failure compared to their chilled perfections as men. My daughter was watching all this abuse I was experiencing as her boyfriend kept telling her baby this is for you, payback for him bathing you and touching you when you were younger. It’s your turn to watch him suffer for what he did to you. They took off the cuffs and beat the s*** out of me wrestling style, made me go through holds of pain and suffering, total humiliation. Manhandling galore. Super exhibition galore. They totally humiliated my a**. When done they let my daughter talk. Dad you know what you did was worthy of this compared to getting killed. I still love you dad I told them not to they wanted to. All I could say was I deserved it. Then thanked her. Later on I’d see her in person not knowing if I could find the guts to show my face after an experience like that.

Related Confessions

I used to go online, find girls to have online relations with. I was a teenager. It started from the start of high school, when I was 15. At worst was F, that was my bottom barrel. It was gross. I don’t know how old she was but she was younger. It was near the end, during the pandemic. I was older, she was younger. I don’t know how much younger, but I was 16 I think. She was younger. Like 2 or 3 years younger, I dunno? It was gross of me. I regret doing it but I fear my regret isn’t because of how I hurt someone, took advantage. They were ok with it in the moment, we were both on the same hookup site. But I was gross. No question about it. There was T too but that was a 16-18 age gap. I deleted the accounts. I was just gross.