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#4211 Ok, so it all started out about a week ago at about 4 pm. I had just woken up from a long night of dancing, drinking, some LSD, and a couple yellow tailed warblers (thats a whole nother story). So i sat up from my bed and looked out the window at the perfect saturday for my plan. I hopped off my bed, not realizing it was lofted, only to slam my face on a chair. I then managed to stand back up only to slam the top of my head onto the bottom of my bed. I figured "ok, get all the bad luck out early today". I could not have been more wrong then i was at that moment. I went into the shower to wash up and get ready for the day. After turning the handle in the shower, it took a couple seconds to start. I didnt think of anything at first as i had my back to the shower. I was then startled by a strange, slimy feel to the water and a horrible odor that soon followed. As i turned around, i noticed the liquid dripping out of the shower head was brown and smelled exactly like 6 week old shit left out under the sun next to an old garbage bin on top of a giant puddle of vomit. After using the womens facility (i am a male), i continued on my long afternoon of misfortune with mishaps such as flushing my brand new phone down the toilet, dropping a contact down the sink, having the other contact shredded by a wild cougar, and using a towel that i had used the previous night to wipe up a heaping pile of vomit. After a few hours of getting kicked while i was down, i decided why dont i just go get something to eat at the campus center. After entering the building, i realized that i did not see a single person on my walk from my room to the campus center. Pretty odd i thought, as i usually see a couple people walking about. I didnt think much of it. Perhaps everyone was out or something. So i continued into the cafeteria to grab some food. As i walked around looking at the vast array of the same ol shit, i decided fuck this, and went to burgerfi. Once again, i did not see a single person on my walk to the popular burger shop. When i walked in, there was not a single soul to be seen. No one behind the counter, and it didnt seem like anyone was in the kitchen. As i walked out, i looked down park ave and didnt see anyone. Thats when i really knew something was up. I started just walking around, looking for someone, thinking what in fucks sake is taking place right now? Then, it all hit me. I knew why i wasnt seeing any people, why my day was complete shit from the get go. The End.
#4210 Sometimes when i get really high, i just sit and think. Think about, well, just life. What is life? What are we meant to do? What do we do when we no longer live? I have spent much time pondering such questions and the more I think about them, the farther I become from the answer. Is there really a purpose in life? If there is, how do we know we completed our life's task? Is this why we die, because we have fulfilled our purpose in life? But then i also think, what if our only purpose is to be born, reproduce, and then die? What does it feel like to be dead, if there is a way of feeling death? Well, thats all I have to say about that. Im gonna go get stoned again
#4209 I will worship the gays over the military any day. Gays are all about love. Military is all about war. I vote for the rainbows.
#4208 "Now imagine making this mistake in an email to the head of your major's department." Do you really think people put the same effort into a confession and an email to somebody important? Go watch Netflix, or YouTube. Or even go read a book instead if grammar on confessions is that important to you.
#4207 Confessions Grammar Nazis. You do realize people spell like idiots / talk like idiots on here on purpose, right? They write differently so their friends can't figure out that it's them. You'd be surprised. Also, do you really care that much? It's confessions.
WHEN IN DOUBT, IT'S CONFESSIONS. Honestly, the people who take confessions seriously are the biggest trolls of them all.
#4206 I have no idea what I like or what I can do. How am I supposed to choose a career
#4205 I hate one of my roommates with every fiber of my being. You are the most obnoxious, loud, airheaded, inappropriate, disrespectful, pretentious, dimwitted, ratchet, most loathsome excuse for a human being I have ever had the misfortune of knowing. I hope you fucking rot in the bowls of hell.
#4204 Hey it's me, the girl who wrote a long confession about getting raped a few times. Well, I just found out that last weekend when I blacked out that happened again. Call me a slut, but I wish I had friends to stop that from happening. I feel like I deserve this and it's all my fault. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed of myself and don't know what to do anymore.