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Apparently ~6 people requested more actual goddamn confessions for this page. Here's another.
I am just amazed at the random groups of people enjoying hookahs and water pipes together around campus or in front of the library. I just imagine the next day most of them wake up with a cold, cold sore, flu, STI, and/or all of the above. Seems rather unhygenic to just pass that thing around to whoever walks up.
I think the original comment about not wanting to look like a boy with small breasts was blown out of proportion. I'm not the original poster, but I do have a thing or two to say about it. I think the original intent was to speak out against the societal expectation that everyone be rail thin and flat chested to be "beautiful". Media all over the current US encourages this trend, such the show America's Next Top Model, where models judge each other and are judged based on size, especially if a model is seen as 'Plus size'. Now don't get me wrong, I don't think there is anything wrong with being small with a small bra size, but I don't think that should be the only standard of beauty. People come in all shapes and sizes, and there is no one "beautiful" size. Everyone is beautiful, and instead of judging our size and the size of others, we should focus on the media sources that made us worry about our size in the first place.
So I think my girlfriend wants to have a threesome with me and another guy, but idk if i'm ok with that. I don't want to say no cause I want her to be happy and satisfied but I think it would be really uncomfortable for me. HELP!
So, I started cutting myself again. It makes me feel in control. I've also started to hit the bottle pretty hard. I'm pretty sure it's a problem when you think that you're happiest inebriated, feel best when drunk, or spend the week looking forward to drinking on Saturday ... even when it's Sunday. I've even started to drink during the week. So much of yesterday was spent hoping my roommate would leave so he wouldn't judge me for having a couple shots on a Monday afternoon.
Cutest relationship on campus: me and my right hand
Once you have fulfilled the Hamline Plan, then you have my permission to die.
I love sad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
I look up other school's confessions because Hamline doesn't post often enough.