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Greed Confessions Page 7- Confession
Okay, so i do ask for a lot but its because i never get things at other places, at least here i can have a little so i take what i can. it's a reasonable excuse i think, even if no one else does.
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I'm fattening up my husband so I can have him all to myself. He's got a jelly belly now - he had a flat stomach when we got married 4 years ago, and I'm going to keep on fattening him, encouraging him to eat seconds and thirds and dessert, until he's big and fat and round. I go to the gym 7 days a week and am a size 4.
| Comments- You want a fat husband instead of a toned husband?
You weirdo freak.
- You are tiny! So you want your husband to be FAT and UGLY but you to be gorgeous? Dont you want to be proud to be with your man?
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For the fear that I have damned the universe, I must confess my most grievous of sins. I'm the reason no one can complete the unified string theory. It is through my greed and pride for its creation that I have not shared it with mankind. As our darkest hour approaches, I now know that by not revealing all that I hold back, humanity is doomed. From the darkest, coldest regions of the universe, the terrible secret of space will make itself known to us. If only I had not seen the folly of my ways sooner, we would've been able to defend ourselves from what is coming. What comes from us controls the very core of time and space itself. For the longest time, we've considered gravity a force of pulling, recently, through no help from me, the scientific community has discovered that there is a second power... dark energy. Gravity that would push... no.. dare I say... shove? Those that seek our damnation wield this gravitational doom as if it were a mighty blade. They will not stop at merely destroying us, they will wipe us out from all time and memory itself. I'm sorry.
| Comments- Yes, and I am God.
- ummm... WHAT?
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I live in a nice house and get plenty of food, but I'm on a budget now... there are so many cds and books that I desperately want. No, I don't need them, but I want them so, so badly. It's really upsetting me.
| Comments- I know how you feel... It sucks. Money sucks...
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I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: "there's no one like you. " I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive connie? I doubt it. And i'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after i'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "why do I feel so drained and empty?" it wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember that single mom we met at the holiday inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "why didn't C ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy. "Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, V's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, connie, she really is. So we're doing jell-o shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same dna as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out V's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think about you...
| Comments- If this ain't bullshit, I don't know what to reccommend, your stories dislocated, I don't believe it. If it is the truth, I'm sorry for you, cos you'll nener get your connie and you'll never be somebody's connie either.
- I liked this better when it was posted on notproud.com
- At first I thought you converted into a good guy...but really, you're just some horny bastard who wants this Connie but she's smart enough to know the real you. I'm glad Connie was a smart person and that she left you. You don't deserve her. She deserves someone better.
- full of sh*t If you really loved Connie you wouldn't be banging everyone you could, especially her sister.
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I am a minister of the gospel of Jesus Christ, and I find myself coveting. I covet technology, toys, as it were, music, movies, and even women. I used to be able to look at women and simply see the beautiful creation that god has made. More and more, though, I find myself thinking about how I would like to have them. I would never make a move on a woman, because god has graciously put me in marriage. I'm scared to violate that promise because I would not want to jeopardize myself, my marriage, my children, or my relationship with god. Instead, I occasionally fall to the sin of lusting in pornography, which I am horrifically ashamed of. God, please give me the strength to submit to you and trust in you when I am tempted. Fill me with the desire to please you, not simply the desire to feel my own personal joy, regardless of the source of that joy. Remind me that it is not about me, but about you.
| Comments- People tend to forget that we ARE indeed animals..
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I love pens. I have a million and I want more. I collect them, and I'll never have enough. I have pens that either don't work or I don't like them, but I'm too greedy to throw them away. I want them all.
| Comments- You can have all my empties! All of them! You never have to share them. Hoard them!
- You can have all my empties! All of them! You never have to share them. Hoard them!
- You should set up a pen donation place where people could send their broken or empty pens to you.
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I used to work in a video store, and Id open all alone on Sundays. Id empty out the after-hours box and sometimes there'd be videos from other stores in there. We were supposed to call that store and let them know we had them, but if they were movies I wanted, Id just take them home and not say anything. Sorry to everyone I did this to.
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Greed eats at me daily, picking my flesh to the bone. No matter how much I have, I want more. No matter how many things I buy, it isn't enough. The lioness of greed roars at me from within and her pride overtakes me whenever I look at a catalog or enter a mall. The claws of each wanton beast are firmly entrenched in my back, pushing me to spend and spend, all the while wanting more.
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I'm going to break up with him because he doesn't spoil me enough. I'm spoiled. And I think I deserve it.
| Comments- was your father not around when you were growing up???
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I steal clothes all the time. Whoever invented dressing rooms are idiots. Its so easy to steal... its not my fault. Its kinda fun knowing you don't have to have money to shop. And plus, I feel like I'm doing my duty when I steal a $40 shirt from GAP... its overpriced.
| Comments- I hate people like you. We all know if the shirt weren't "overpriced" you'd have no problem taking it anyway. You're justifying your crappy behavior. Hopefully you'll get caught, and have to pay thousands of dollars in restitution when your rent is due.
- I hate people like you. We all know if the shirt weren't "overpriced" you'd have no problem taking it anyway. You're justifying your crappy behavior. Hopefully you'll get caught, and have to pay thousands of dollars in restitution when your rent is due.
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I want to be more successful than my friends. I pretend to feel happy for them when they are successful, but i am really bitter inside. Am i a bad person?
| Comments- That is ENVY
- Hey, I feel the same way.
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when my friend almost died from a bad spleen, i almost wished she would. i feel awful. its not that i hated her, it’s that i wanted something to feel strongly about, something to break the apathy.
| Comments- Maybe you should feel strongly about your friend being alive
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i stole a bike
| Comments- big whoop
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I want to be more successful than those around me.
| Comments- Who doesnt
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