To whom who I Wish the best of life, I really wanted to clear this up since I dont want to "hurt" you much longer; if its really true I couldnt really

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To whom who I Wish the best of life,

I really wanted to clear this up since I dont want to “hurt” you much longer; if its really true I couldnt really ignore that and I think you know that. (I was only gathering enough proof that this is real because as a psych major were train to be skeptic about things first, I havent got any definitive proof but Ill shoot my shot nlng, its better than actually knowing Im hurting you w/o realizing it).

It’s not in my genuine intentions really to hurt u, I am not truly aware that I did ( and if I did things that hurt you, pls know that its my defense mechanism because I was hurt too). If so Im really2 and truly sorry. I am not exactly sure who you are but if I am correct, I wanted you to know that I do have feelings for you, forgot about it and resurfaced again (I am working on it myself and know that Im very diplomatic about it, dont worry Im not a psych major for no reason, its not something i dont know how to properly hsndle), however, we both know that we couldnt pursue this and I wouldnt want to start any fire by messaging you or entertaining this which would eventually lead to crossing the boundary. Thats a very dangerous line. You have a girlfriend and Im very aware of that. It would be very unfair for her and you and my very conscience cant carry that. I dont want to be a homewrecker and never have wanted to be. I cant mess with someone else relationship and no Matter how assertive I am sometimes, We both know that’s not who I am.

And if I did something that triggers this, I apologize. There’s no one to blame here and Im not mad. Not even a bit, I promise. I know people can sometimes be so fragile ( we deal with humans afterall) I truly did care for you but we know nmn how its not good dbh. That’s not a good baseline. We are all better than this so let us be, okayy? Please? Here’s a tip because typically Im the therapist friend, ” ask yourself what needs BOTH of you are not meeting and discuss it with your girlfriend”. In realtionships kas dapat merong compromise na magaganap okay? Dapat both of you are happy ganern. Its bidirectional.

I would like to pour Everything in this post before I actually disappear for a while so as to hope fully explain my side. Sometimes my stories arent a Communication table and I just playfully posting things with regards to what Im feeling in the moment and sometimes its not even bout yah so its very random.I get embarrassed. Angry. Sad. Happy but its not always bout yah. Yes I always have been honest when I speak about my feelings unless Im forced publicly. No I dont post too much in here, I only do when I feel some cognitive dissonance and some post are so twisted omg lol, most cheesy messages are not even me so be carefull. Dont worry told no one about this of course except my bestfriend and yknow shes fine. Yes, I do still very much wanted to be your friend (dsuh) . am I calm and collected about this and could sustain a conversation as if this never happened? Yes of course dont worry iss me :)) We’ll be fine and I just know I have always trust you as being a good person. We all are :)) (dont worry too much of my 23 personalities lol they can be confusing). No im not pretending when I complain about being not okay (thats part of life but ykno we get through it). I appreciated you opening about your feelings and that’s a brave thing to do.Im proud of you. Im actually a hugger when offering comfort so here *hugs with consent and no malice* lol, you’ll be fine. please let’s all be all okay. Mmkay?

If this resonates with you, you know who you are and know that you’re not wrong. I hope this answers all your questions. I know this is very long and you might not have the energy to read this at all. But if you do thank you. Here’s another tip, emotions are fleeting that means if you anchor yourself with its gratification then know its not a good and youll be confuse everytime. Know the person and I mean really know them and youll be good. And much better, know yourself first:). Bye2 for now because I wont be posting for a very long while. Again, you’ll be okay na ha, im tolerant with this things so dont worry too much :))

New Confession

Mother decided I wasn’t keeping my birdie clean. She had a talk with me, a lecture. She made me take my pants down and she examined my birdie. Then she sent my little sisters to get supplies. My younger sisters came back with a bar of soap, a bucket of water, the wash basin which is like a pan, a wash cloth, a towel, nail brush, cup, paper towels and Ivory liquid dish detergent.

Mother made me take off all my clothes and lather up my birdie and balls with the bar soap while the family all watched. She made me rub it good and it stood up erect and hard. Then she grabbed a hold of my birdie and lathered it up. She made me bend over and my little sisters rubbed the soap over my rec tal opening and soaped it up good. I was standing in the empty wash basin and she told my sisters to rinse off my opening. They dipped the cup in the bucket of water and drizzled the water over my hole to rinse off the soap. The water ran down over the backside of my balls and dripped into the basin I was standing in.

Then I was ordered to stand up and rinse off my birdie and the front of my balls. My sisters poured more water over my bird and balls until the soap was gone. My bird was throbbing hard. Mother stepped over to me and grabbed my erect bird and examined it and then she bent me over and ran a finger up and down in my rec tal opening. Then she had each of my little Sisters run a finger along my rec tal opening. Mother said that my foreskin should be washed with the liquid Ivory soap. She pulled my foreskin all the way back and squirted the liquid Ivory dish detergent on my erect shaft. She rubbed it all over my shaft and my balls and told me to bend over again.

My sisters squirted the Ivory soap on my rec tal opening and rubbed it in. Then I was rinsed again by my sisters. I stood up and they poured a cup of water over my wobbling bird and the water ran down over my balls. Mother handed the nail brush to my sisters. She told them to give my bird a good scrubbing. They scrubbed my shaft, balls and bent me over to scrub my opening. Then they rinsed everything again.

Mother told the girls to inspect it and see if it was clean. They examined my bird, balls and opening as they dried them. Then I was told to go stand in the center of the room until my bird went soft. Mother said I couldn’t be sent to bed with it that hard because I couldn’t be trusted. She said it should be put in a bird cage at night so I didn’t abuse it. Mother said I should be circumcised. She said all boys should be circumcised and she is going to go ahead and get it cut to her preference. He said it would be marked for life with her choice, and that’s as it should be.

I stood there as they all looked at me and my bird was dripping clear liquid and pulsing. Mother handed a paper towel to my sister and said, ‘Wipe that thing.” She wiped off the dripping from my birdie. Mother said I brought this on myself by not washing my bird when I was told to. She said she had enough of my disobedience and it was time for a change beginning with getting me circumcised. She said she was ordering a cane and she was going to start using it daily.

The next day I had to wash my bird again, the same way. Mother invited nurse Julie, a BSN and next door neighbor over to make recommendations on circumcision. Julie has a younger sister, Brenda who is 12 and my classmate, who wants to become a nurse like Julie. Julie brought her along. They watched as I washed my bird and then nurse Julie examined it and discussed circumcision with Mother. Brenda stood at her side absorbing the view of my stiff bird and the details of circumcision, a permanent mark of Mother’s authority.

Nurse Julie suggested a hot soapy enema is the logical extension of my cleaning and would provide a learning opportunity for Brenda and my little Sisters and increase my drive to satisfy Mother’s desires.

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