My confession is that I did something that I regret alot and I wish I could undo it and be okay I feel sad
young s*** little s*** with tattoos and piercings tonight at the concert. I would f*** u so hard. you’re so my type.
I’m plagued with thoughts of r*** and homocide and I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t think I can. It feels me with immense guilt, especially when the person that I’m looking at, thinking of, doesn’t even know what kind of sick and terrible things I want to do to them. It’s sick. And unfortunately those thoughts have been worsening lately. They’ve gotten so extreme that I’m afraid I’m going to give in to them soon.
