Well if we're going to share traumatic secrets...
-About a year ago, me and my girlfriend were sleeping in my room when all of a sudden I hear someone scream and my girlfriend is jumping over me and out of the bed. I look up and I see my brother standing next to my girlfriend's side of the bed. I put my glasses on and I discover that both his arms are bleeding like crazy, that dumb bastard drank a bottle of wine by himself, smashed it and cut himself with the shards. Of course my girlfriend is shocked to death, imagine seeing a guy with bleeding arms standing over your bed.
-3 years ago, I was having a fight with my brother over who got to watch the TV, I ended up punching him in the face and kicking him in the chest. He leaves, and all of a sudden he storms back in the living room with a cleaver in his hand. He came in towards me so I threw an ashtray in his face. He dropped the cleaver, I punched him on the ground and heald the cleaver over his throat, threatening to chop his head off if he moved even an inch. It was the first but not the last time we had weapons drawn on eachother, I've shot him in the head repeatedly with a high-pressure paintball gun because he was waving a hammer around, I've hit him over the head with a baseball bat because he smashed my TV. I even slept with a stiletto knife under my pillow for a few weeks because he had threatened to come slice my throat when I was asleep.
Lets see who has balls, tell your deepest darkest secrets.
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Caro, I know it's really none of my business, but if I ever see your stepdad on the street, I might just have to stomp his ass out. What a total prick. But there's no shame in once loving him, especially when you're a kid and you can easily be blinded by his pretending to like you and such.
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On the street is exactly where you'd find him, because to this day he lives under a tarp, under bridges or wherever, smoking crack and.... I can't even say it, what he does to make ends meet is so disgusting I just don't want to share. Believe me, his life is punishment enough. I saw him the day before my brother died.... for the first time in so many years, but nothing had changed. I know he's a murderer, and I'm not talking about animals.
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Wow. I'm glad that me and my brother aren't the only ones who do stupid shit like that. He did the exact same thing once, except I didn't have anything to throw so I ran into the bathroom and stayed in their till my parents got home. The worst time was when we were fighting and I had him down on the floor and he kicked me in the nuts so hard that I vomited. I came back and threw him down and stepped on his head and knocked him on unconcious. That was fucking scary because I thought I killed him at first.Weedguru Funk Doctor wrote: -3 years ago, I was having a fight with my brother over who got to watch the TV, I ended up punching him in the face and kicking him in the chest. He leaves, and all of a sudden he storms back in the living room with a cleaver in his hand. He came in towards me so I threw an ashtray in his face. He dropped the cleaver, I punched him on the ground and heald the cleaver over his throat, threatening to chop his head off if he moved even an inch. It was the first but not the last time we had weapons drawn on eachother, I've shot him in the head repeatedly with a high-pressure paintball gun because he was waving a hammer around, I've hit him over the head with a baseball bat because he smashed my TV. I even slept with a stiletto knife under my pillow for a few weeks because he had threatened to come slice my throat when I was asleep.
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Wow, well now that you guys have gone further i guess i can reveal some of the more horrible things ive done.
- working at the resort this summer i slept with another girl before me and my current girlfriend had broken up (but i knew it was coming, still not a nice thing to do)
- once in grade 7 my uncle hired me to work at his gas station for a summer job, i stole over $500 in cash from the safe in the back of the store, little bits at a time, obviously he found out and i havnt talked to him since, i was such an idiot
- my current stepdad took a swing at me when i was 15, knocking me unconsciouss. he went to therapy for shit like this and apologized profusely the next day and begged me not to tell my mother, and i told her i got in a fight at school. a week later me and 2 friends followed him to the grocery store and smashed all the windows and mirrors on his SVT Cobra Convertible, still havnt told him.
Another time he got overly angry again and threw me against the counter (2 months after the first incident) and i stabbed him with a steak knife in his shin and knocked him out with a meat tenderizer, he had reconstructive knee surgery and cant walk properly. I dont feel so bad about this one, anyone who abuses their kids deserves punishment. Plus, the bastard was nailing my mom
- i broke into a hells angels home while he was visiting his friend in the hospital and stole an eight ball of crystal meth, this one is probably one of my worst, i drove with 2 friends and those dumbshits took his TV and computer and signed posters of like john lennon and shit and pawned them all off, we got caught, 72 hours of community service and just recently i was declared eligible to enter the USA again since i turned 18 and my record was wiped
- i have been charged twice with possesion and twice with trafficking of marijuana
- ive had a threesome, two guys one girl, ill never do that again i cant be in the same damn room as another naked guy, jesus i was a fucked up teen
it goes deeper and darker, ill post more later :p
- working at the resort this summer i slept with another girl before me and my current girlfriend had broken up (but i knew it was coming, still not a nice thing to do)
- once in grade 7 my uncle hired me to work at his gas station for a summer job, i stole over $500 in cash from the safe in the back of the store, little bits at a time, obviously he found out and i havnt talked to him since, i was such an idiot
- my current stepdad took a swing at me when i was 15, knocking me unconsciouss. he went to therapy for shit like this and apologized profusely the next day and begged me not to tell my mother, and i told her i got in a fight at school. a week later me and 2 friends followed him to the grocery store and smashed all the windows and mirrors on his SVT Cobra Convertible, still havnt told him.
Another time he got overly angry again and threw me against the counter (2 months after the first incident) and i stabbed him with a steak knife in his shin and knocked him out with a meat tenderizer, he had reconstructive knee surgery and cant walk properly. I dont feel so bad about this one, anyone who abuses their kids deserves punishment. Plus, the bastard was nailing my mom
- i broke into a hells angels home while he was visiting his friend in the hospital and stole an eight ball of crystal meth, this one is probably one of my worst, i drove with 2 friends and those dumbshits took his TV and computer and signed posters of like john lennon and shit and pawned them all off, we got caught, 72 hours of community service and just recently i was declared eligible to enter the USA again since i turned 18 and my record was wiped
- i have been charged twice with possesion and twice with trafficking of marijuana
- ive had a threesome, two guys one girl, ill never do that again i cant be in the same damn room as another naked guy, jesus i was a fucked up teen
it goes deeper and darker, ill post more later :p
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And so we have begun the descent into the darkest depths of our minds.
Hey ho, here's some mo':
-When I found out my mom was having an affair with a rich dude from her pony club, I phoned him up and extorted him for a total of 2,300 euros, or else I would tell his wife. When his wife found out, there was no more money in it for me, so I put on a ski mask, went to his house, beat up him and his son and burned his car. He filed complaint but they never made it stick to me. A few months later I got really drunk and made a molotov, which I threw through his window. Good thing I forgot to light it.
Hey ho, here's some mo':
-When I found out my mom was having an affair with a rich dude from her pony club, I phoned him up and extorted him for a total of 2,300 euros, or else I would tell his wife. When his wife found out, there was no more money in it for me, so I put on a ski mask, went to his house, beat up him and his son and burned his car. He filed complaint but they never made it stick to me. A few months later I got really drunk and made a molotov, which I threw through his window. Good thing I forgot to light it.
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gd topic, now let me c what secrets do i have...
-i take prozak and have been depressed for 2 and a half years, i thought things were getting better but these past few weeks it has made a comeback
-i tried to kill myself a few years ago, to a packet of anti-d's told my mum went to hospital and had to stay the night, i will never forget the 9th of october 2002, the night before my lil sisters b-day incedently
-i would have a mono-brow but i shave inbetween to double the ammount of eyebrows i have
ummmm thats about it, not as intresting as all yours, and for this i appoligise
-i take prozak and have been depressed for 2 and a half years, i thought things were getting better but these past few weeks it has made a comeback
-i tried to kill myself a few years ago, to a packet of anti-d's told my mum went to hospital and had to stay the night, i will never forget the 9th of october 2002, the night before my lil sisters b-day incedently
-i would have a mono-brow but i shave inbetween to double the ammount of eyebrows i have
ummmm thats about it, not as intresting as all yours, and for this i appoligise
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Ok considering my deepest secrets soo far were sexualy orientated, ill dig deeper.
-When i was about 10 my parents who were still together at the time, joined a cult called the jesus army, every thing seems so rosey when you first join and start going to meetings, but NO CHRISTMAS is a big change for a kid. Females are not allowed to wear trousers, you give up everything and live in a community house. The big thing that finally made my parents wake up was the Acceptable wife beating.
- When i was 15 i hated school sooo much i pretended i was suffering with really bad headaches, i was given home tutoring for a while, they put the headaches down to stress but said i had to go back to school. i changed schools but was only there for a few months before going into the unit.
- I have only been arrested once for shoplifting, the stupid thing about it was my friend got caught and i was with her and my bag had more shit in then hers did. Nothing in my bag did i really need, i just did it for kicks. I got away with a caution which has since finnished. My so called friend how ever blammed everything on me and got a caution for reciving and handling stolen goods. 5 months later she was in court on more shoplifting charges. hehehe. I have never stolen anything since.
-When i was about 10 my parents who were still together at the time, joined a cult called the jesus army, every thing seems so rosey when you first join and start going to meetings, but NO CHRISTMAS is a big change for a kid. Females are not allowed to wear trousers, you give up everything and live in a community house. The big thing that finally made my parents wake up was the Acceptable wife beating.
- When i was 15 i hated school sooo much i pretended i was suffering with really bad headaches, i was given home tutoring for a while, they put the headaches down to stress but said i had to go back to school. i changed schools but was only there for a few months before going into the unit.
- I have only been arrested once for shoplifting, the stupid thing about it was my friend got caught and i was with her and my bag had more shit in then hers did. Nothing in my bag did i really need, i just did it for kicks. I got away with a caution which has since finnished. My so called friend how ever blammed everything on me and got a caution for reciving and handling stolen goods. 5 months later she was in court on more shoplifting charges. hehehe. I have never stolen anything since.
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as we're going into dark shit heres my deepest secret, i've grown to be used to it being locked up inside so i almost forget it ever happened. But sometimes it comes back to me it can happen at any time, literally one minute i'll be laughing the next i'll be in an uncontrolable fit of tears and rage, it generally only happens when i am completely alone for some reason. I can recite exactly what happened in my head and not batter an eye lid, whereas if im thinking about something completely different, i will remember one little detail and not be able to control myself, anyway here goes.
My dad was born in jamaica into a rich family. In Jamaica there are a group of christians called the plymoth bretheren, they are not allowed to change their mental state at all, so that means no weed no alcohol, no fucking tea. My dad lived with his father, his mother and his brother and his sister. I'm not quite sure what happened but im told my grandma was and still is an impossible woman to deal with, always demanding more, she decided that her husband and two sons where all dispicable and she kicked them out the house. I dont know how my grandfather bought them up but it cant of been good cause they turned out pretty fucked up. My dad was expelled from his first school for cutting someone across the chest with the rusty blade of a pencil sharpener, imagine that, he was so metally ill a petty argument motivated him to unscrew a pencil sharpener blade and slice someone with it, as no schools would except him he started working for his dad delivering food on a moped. Back then it would of been very hard for a troublemaker with a jamaican accent growing up in central london. One day he was doing rounds on his moped when he got hit by another car he had a broken leg and he couldnt move at all. Then three men got out of the car and beat the shit out of him they said the crash was his fault and if he told the registration to the police they'd kill him. The police turned up about 2 hours later after recieving a call from a woman reporting "a dark skinned man lying in the gutter making noise". The police told my father this and told him to keep the noise down he shouted at them that his leg was broken calling them idiots. They decided he was a drink driver and took him to the station.
Im just giving you a taster of the life my dad has had to show how he is probably not in good mental health and justify what im am about to tell you as much as i can...
My dad left my mum when he found out she was pregnant, and didn't give her a penny to support us. At the time my mum was struggling between working full time, caring for me and taking a degree in phsycology, despite this for some reason the court gave my dad the right to see me every saturday or sunday he wanted. One day when i was about 5 my dad decided he'd rather get drunk than spend the day with his son and my mum had an exam for her phsycology degree so she had no choice but to leave me with my grandma on my dads side. When my dad found this he got straight in his car and drove across london drunk to pick me up. When my dad turned up completely drunk my grandma was obviously reluctant to let him take me but he insisted, she closed me in the kitchen and blocked the doorway. they argued for a good ten minutes, i was too young to understand what was being said but it led to my dad smashing an ashtray across her face. As my dad opened the door i saw my grandma half unconcious with shards of glass in her face. I'm not sure i fully understood what happened at the time but seeing that made something click, i just screemed and screemed and kicked at my dad, then my dad slapped me lightly across the face and told me never to kick, after that i shut up and followed him to the car he drove me to McDonalds and bought me a happy meal to cheer me up, as i ate my chicken nuggets i completely forgot what happened ten minutes ago as though it had never happened. I think I went into denial or sumthing but it never came back to me untill i was about ten when i started having the flashbacks.
My dad was born in jamaica into a rich family. In Jamaica there are a group of christians called the plymoth bretheren, they are not allowed to change their mental state at all, so that means no weed no alcohol, no fucking tea. My dad lived with his father, his mother and his brother and his sister. I'm not quite sure what happened but im told my grandma was and still is an impossible woman to deal with, always demanding more, she decided that her husband and two sons where all dispicable and she kicked them out the house. I dont know how my grandfather bought them up but it cant of been good cause they turned out pretty fucked up. My dad was expelled from his first school for cutting someone across the chest with the rusty blade of a pencil sharpener, imagine that, he was so metally ill a petty argument motivated him to unscrew a pencil sharpener blade and slice someone with it, as no schools would except him he started working for his dad delivering food on a moped. Back then it would of been very hard for a troublemaker with a jamaican accent growing up in central london. One day he was doing rounds on his moped when he got hit by another car he had a broken leg and he couldnt move at all. Then three men got out of the car and beat the shit out of him they said the crash was his fault and if he told the registration to the police they'd kill him. The police turned up about 2 hours later after recieving a call from a woman reporting "a dark skinned man lying in the gutter making noise". The police told my father this and told him to keep the noise down he shouted at them that his leg was broken calling them idiots. They decided he was a drink driver and took him to the station.
Im just giving you a taster of the life my dad has had to show how he is probably not in good mental health and justify what im am about to tell you as much as i can...
My dad left my mum when he found out she was pregnant, and didn't give her a penny to support us. At the time my mum was struggling between working full time, caring for me and taking a degree in phsycology, despite this for some reason the court gave my dad the right to see me every saturday or sunday he wanted. One day when i was about 5 my dad decided he'd rather get drunk than spend the day with his son and my mum had an exam for her phsycology degree so she had no choice but to leave me with my grandma on my dads side. When my dad found this he got straight in his car and drove across london drunk to pick me up. When my dad turned up completely drunk my grandma was obviously reluctant to let him take me but he insisted, she closed me in the kitchen and blocked the doorway. they argued for a good ten minutes, i was too young to understand what was being said but it led to my dad smashing an ashtray across her face. As my dad opened the door i saw my grandma half unconcious with shards of glass in her face. I'm not sure i fully understood what happened at the time but seeing that made something click, i just screemed and screemed and kicked at my dad, then my dad slapped me lightly across the face and told me never to kick, after that i shut up and followed him to the car he drove me to McDonalds and bought me a happy meal to cheer me up, as i ate my chicken nuggets i completely forgot what happened ten minutes ago as though it had never happened. I think I went into denial or sumthing but it never came back to me untill i was about ten when i started having the flashbacks.
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good one Cusmar
- i have a crush on my art teacher, sooooo hot, but married
ITS FIXED
- I've smoked with 2 of my proffs in college so far this year
- I can easily go through 2 ounces a week, all to myself
- I'm not sure if this is an illness or if some people just dont give a shit, but i actually could not care less about the law or authority figures. I don't care about getting caught, i smoke everywhere , the bus, the mall, restaurant washrooms, my school washrooms, the smoke pit at school, around my friends parents and my own parents. If they disown me, i can honestly say that I would not waste a second thinking about it. Not just with smoking weed though, I just don't care about much, and people like cops and security guards...please these people are such a joke. Have you ever outran one of these guys, i swear 90% of the time i get stopped by one i just run away and they dont even bother following you, and if they do, you'd be surprised how easy it is to outrun a cop
- my friends and i have beat the shit out of cops, on numerous occasions, ski masks and all
- i have a crush on my art teacher, sooooo hot, but married
ITS FIXED
- I've smoked with 2 of my proffs in college so far this year
- I can easily go through 2 ounces a week, all to myself
- I'm not sure if this is an illness or if some people just dont give a shit, but i actually could not care less about the law or authority figures. I don't care about getting caught, i smoke everywhere , the bus, the mall, restaurant washrooms, my school washrooms, the smoke pit at school, around my friends parents and my own parents. If they disown me, i can honestly say that I would not waste a second thinking about it. Not just with smoking weed though, I just don't care about much, and people like cops and security guards...please these people are such a joke. Have you ever outran one of these guys, i swear 90% of the time i get stopped by one i just run away and they dont even bother following you, and if they do, you'd be surprised how easy it is to outrun a cop
- my friends and i have beat the shit out of cops, on numerous occasions, ski masks and all
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Round here if someone beat up a cop they'd gain majour respect people would start thinking they were gangstas, you make it sound like everyday shit lol.Weedguru Sammy wrote:good one Cusmar
- i have a crush on my art teacher, sooooo hot, but married
- i was diagnosed with homophobia, its getting better
- I've smoked with 2 of my proffs in college so far this year
- I can easily go through 2 ounces a week, all to myself
- I'm not sure if this is an illness or if some people just dont give a shit, but i actually could not care less about the law or authority figures. I don't care about getting caught, i smoke everywhere , the bus, the mall, restaurant washrooms, my school washrooms, the smoke pit at school, around my friends parents and my own parents. If they disown me, i can honestly say that I would not waste a second thinking about it. Not just with smoking weed though, I just don't care about much, and people like cops and security guards...please these people are such a joke. Have you ever outran one of these guys, i swear 90% of the time i get stopped by one i just run away and they dont even bother following you, and if they do, you'd be surprised how easy it is to outrun a cop
- my friends and i have beat the shit out of cops, on numerous occasions, ski masks and all
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