and a half years ago I was in dire financial straights, so I sold my
home to keep my struggling business afloat. I neglected to tell the
owners that they have an 800 sq. ft. bunker on the property that I built
about seven years ago. The bunker that I’ve called home since I sold
it. The entrance to it is well-hidden, but I still come and go very
early/very late in the day. I’m a single man who keeps to himself. I’m now in a situation where I
could move somewhere else, but I love this hidden paradise so much.
2. I cut off all contact with
everyone I know and moved to Kenya, I tell people a fake name and a fake
background and have made it appear to my family that I died on boat
trip in the Pacific. No I am not joking. I am dead in the United States.
3. I run a cake business. I
charge people hundreds for wedding cakes… Every last one is made using Pillsbury cake mix I buy for $1 a box at Walmart. I suck at baking. Every
time I’ve ever tried to make a cake from scratch it sucked. But baking
is like.. My whole deal. My friends all call me the cake girl. It’s like
my whole life is a lie. People compliment my cakes all the time.
Telling me how delicious they are. Telling me it’s so much better than
box mix cake. Telling me they could never bake a cake so delicious. Well
guess what? For $1, they too can make a cake just as delicious. Just
add oil, eggs and water. In my defense, I love cake decorating. I make
all of the frostings and fondant from scratch. I just hate baking
fucking cakes!! I base my prices mostly on the decoration of the cakes
and not of the cake itself of that makes sense. Still… No one knows
about this except my husband. Even my best friends think I fucking slave
over the oven mixing and baking these damn cakes. I have been doing
this for YEARS. If anyone knew my business and reputation would be in
the toilet for sure. :/ I keep telling myself I have to learn how to
make the damn cakes without the box mixes, but I never do it. I feel
like such a sham sometimes.
4. I once helped out my a female friend’s family by taking care of their cat for a week. Every day for a week, I would go over there and snoop around their house. I found my friend’s diary, and proceeded to read the entire thing. I used this information to get her to like me, and she is currently my wife.
5. I don’t want to be with my girlfriend anymore, but she might have cancer and I feel like I need to stay in the relationship.
6. I faked the last two years of college education. My parents put so much pressure on me I couldn’t handle it (I was suffering from severe depression and anxiety) so I faked it all. Lied to everyone. Made up fake transcripts. I just got my foot in the door in my desired field thanks to a friend as they hired me as a subordinate. This place only hires college grads but no one double checked my credentials since I was recommended. My hopes is that if I need to find another job I’ll have been at this place long enough to get it by experience alone (I work for a very prestigious company). I’m not bad at my job. I’m actually quite good. But my fear is eventually I’ll hit a wall and the lie will come to light. No one has known this for the better part of a decade. It’s a relief to finally say it “out loud.” I can’t even tell those I love. My silence is my prison.
7. When I was 17 I had a argument with my father and told him to fuck off, later that evening he hung himself. Our argument was the last time he spoke to anyone in our family and for that I feel a terrible amount of guilt for. Instead of him saying good bye and I love you to my mom and brothers he got told to fuck off before he went and killed himself. My punishment is to live the rest of my days in shame and guilt. He never left a note either.
8. I used to be a Police/Fire/911 Dispatcher, but had to quit because it nearly made me suicidal. I actually had thoughts, but had to drive 40 miles to go to a center/hospital where no one knew me for help. I have nightmares about a few calls I took where the caller killed themselves, shot someone else, or passed away on the phone with me. To this day, a few years after resigning, I still can’t listen to a phone ring, or sirens go off without having a mild panic attack. I am fairly sure it’s a form of PTSD, with flashbacks, nightmares, panic attacks, and an inability to function sometimes, but I’m embarrassed and scared to tell my fiancé, or go to a doctor for it. I know there are soldiers out there with real PTSD that deserve help far more than me… I am very good at hiding it though. I also sometimes wait until my fiancé goes to sleep, and I will then go sit and pretty much cry for several hours. It’s hell.
9. Everyone thinks I have a good job and roommates but I’ve been homeless and a prostitute for over year.
10. IT guy here, it’s amazing what
people will do on their computers and say in their emails despite
having to sign a waiver that all computer activity at work is monitored
and recorded. I have half the company’s banking, social media and personal email
account info and passwords. I know who is secretly banging who at the
office behind their spouse’s backs. I know who is cybering at work and
jerking it in the bathroom almost daily. At least they tell their sex
chat partner they’re running off to the bathroom to jerk it, haven’t
felt the need to check the validity of that one. I know when people are
having martial problems, financial problems, I even know one person here
had their children taken away because a social worker found cocaine in
their house. I know who is embezzling money, I know when people get
fired for completely bullshit reasons (like they just want to replace
them with someone younger and nicer on the eyes), and I know who my boss
is buying xanax and vicodins from. Basically I have a treasure trove of my coworker’s secrets. I won’t
actively do anything with this info, but it’s nice knowing I have the
ammunition there if something were to ever happen.
was a girl who I had a crush on the moment I saw her on my college
campus. She ended up dating a douchebag dude a few weeks later. I
happened to end up sitting in a study room with him and a few mutual
friends. He talked about how he didn’t think she was that attractive and
how he liked other girls. I wrote the girl an anonymous email using one
of those websites telling her about the things I heard and how the guy
was a dick. She ended up breaking up with him after she found out he was
cheating. The girl is now my girlfriend of 6 months. She has no idea (and is
sitting across from me in the library). I’ve never told anyone this
12. When i was 15 my parent’s were
going through a divorce, my mom worked night shifts and my dad was
living with a friend of his. One night my sister who was 19 at the time
came home pretty drunk from a party. She was acting goofy and fell on
the couch next to me. She started grabbing my leg and laughing and we
started fondling. We ended up having sex right there. When we woke up
the next day she had no recollection of the night before so i just kept
my mouth shut. Fast forward to when i’m 18. Sister is home from college and dad is
over for a visit. they get into an argument and in a fit of rage my dad
announces how he has never forgiven her for the abortion she got when
she was 19 and subsequently killing His grand child. (he’s very
religious). I then realize the baby she aborted was in fact mine…..and as far as i
know, i am the only one who knows since she has never mentioned that
me but one of my frat brothers in college knocked a girl up. A month
later she had had lost the baby. I was using his phone one night to find
my phone when his dad texted him, i swiped the lock causing it to open
up the chat thread revealing the messages that explained the story. The day he found out he drove with some of our other brothers to
Mexico and he came back with RU486, the abortion pill. He had apparently
spoken to his dad who forced him under threat of pulling him out of
college and cutting him off to secretly sneak the girl the abortion
pill. I dont know the logistics of how he did it but apparently he
secretly poisoned her causing her to lose the baby. He has no idea I know and I doubt anyone else does.
14. I have a blind brother. When
we were young, I used to get so frustrated at all the extra attention he
received and how I had to be more responsible with my sibling than my
peers. So, when my brother and I would go play, go to the store, or just
generally go anywhere without adults, I would abandon him somewhere
unfamiliar to him. Then, I would stand off quietly and watch the anxiety
set in as he tried to figure out where he was and what was going on.
15. I accidentally killed seven people. I put a rag into a new water heater exhaust to keep debris out and installed it in a rental. I get a call a week later, there’s been an accident. I show up and
there’s a ton of ems and police. They ask me where the gas shutoff is,
and I go down to shut the gas off and see the end of the rag I forgot
sticking out of the top of the heater. Ripped the rag out, shut the gas off and head upstairs only to be told all the tenants were DEAD. I drink all day now and sleep. It’s killing me from the inside every
single day, but if I say anything my family is ruined; we have a bunch
of rental properties and we’d be shut down.
16. I hate all of my friends.
Literally. I don’t have anything in common with any of them, and don’t
care. But I’m too scared to be alone and have no one else to go to so I
keep hanging around with them.
own secret, is that I’m still deeply in love with my (now married with
kids) first love, nothing will ever happen and it is ridiculously
hurtful, but w/e, life goes on.
18. I have memories of my sister
(five years older) and I playing a roleplay game when I was younger that
I think would be considered sexual abuse/molestation if I told anyone. I
don’t remember how old we were, but I know she was around the age where
her breasts were developing. When home alone we would play a role play
game where she was a boss and I was a secretary, and the boss would
always sexually harass the secretary. It ended in my sucking on my
sister’s breasts while she would lie on the couch with her shirt off. My memory has always been really horrible, so I only remember patches
of this, but I remember that it never felt sexual. I don’t actually
trust my memory enough to feel confident that this really happened. I love my sister, she’s my best friend and I would never want to
damage our relationship by ever bringing this up and asking her what
really happened. It is a secret I will carry with me and never reveal.
19. I still have “imaginary friends.” I’m almost 30. I lost them for a while. I don’t know why or how, but it they were
gone. I couldn’t see them or hear them any more, not the way I used to
when I was younger. It made me was miserable. I kept hoping for a way to
get them back. Two weeks ago, I somehow managed to finally break through whatever the
barrier was. I have spent the past two weeks hanging out with, and
talking to, a character from a well-known TV show. I can’t really “see” him visually, but I can see him with my mind’s
eye. He goes almost everywhere with me. He’s sitting on my bed right
now, waiting for me to get off my computer. (I promised I would get off a
little while ago, but I had to check reddit one last time.) He’s been
coming to work with me every day for the past two weeks. I share my food
with him. (I kind of mentally duplicate it for him, since he can’t
touch it in reality.) I love it. I’m happy again. I realize most people would say he isn’t
real, but something about him is. I don’t care. He’s real to me.
20. I used to masturbate a lot.
And when I was 10 I had a technique where I’d let off a load into a sock
then wash it and quickly dry it, now I couldn’t leave it hanging
outside or use a dryer otherwise my family would’ve seen it and probably
smell it or whatnot. So I’d put it inside my gas heater unit.
Unfortunately my sock had caught on fire inside the unit, blew it up and
set my house on fire. Only my brother was home at the time, and he
managed to survive the house did not. For 5 years we stayed from caravan
park to caravan park whilst we waited for confirmation that it was not
arson and we could receive an insurance payout. We eventually did and
scraped together money to start rebuilding the house. The house is still
being rebuilt to this day and it shames me anytime I have to visit my
parents living in a tiny mobile home where my backyard once was.
have been pretending to be colorblind to everyone I have ever known,
including my own parents since I was in 3rd grade. I am now 28 years
old. I even convinced an optometrist of it.
22. When I was 13 I caught my
father in bed with my 15 year old brother’s girlfriend (also 15). I
haven’t seen her since, but I’ve been blackmailing my father with it for
the last 6 years.
23. I was hit by a truck a few years back and was diagnosed with retrograde amnesia and awarded a 2.5 million dollar settlement. I have used this money to move into Florida and I currently live in Boca Raton. I faked the whole thing because I hated by life and wanted an excuse
to leave. I haven’t seen my family since and have made a new life.
24. my grade 6 teacher let me touch her boobs once.
25. After graduating from high
school, I went to a small out-of-state college where no one from high
school knew me. I was told many times how impressive my false Australian
accent was, so I decided it would be great fun to go through college
pretending to be from Australia. All of my friends and even my
girlfriend of two years think I’m Australian. I have a completely fake
Australian identity, family, and past. I will soon be graduating, and I
plan on asking the girl to marry me. Everything she knows about me is
Australian I don’t know how to tell her she doesn’t really know me.
Guess I’m forever a bloke.
26. My Great Uncle Jack used to
live with my family. One day, he got drunk and had a bad fall that ended
up causing him to bleed out, I ended up finding him (I was 14 at the
time, and had never seen such an awful sight) and lost consciousness due
to all the blood. When I eventually recovered, I called the ambulance
and stayed with my uncle, he died in the back of the ambulance, holding
my hand. No one knows about what happened to me, and if they did they
would realize that I’m the reason he’s dead.
never attempted to kill myself, and I doubt I ever will, but I just
want to die. I’m an incredibly happy guy odd enough. I truthfully am
happy, but whenever I think about getting shot, or getting cancer, I get
a little excited. I wish I was one of those deaths on the news, shoot
I’d love to take someones place, they want to be here more than me. I’ll
never actually kill myself even if its just for the sake of others who
need me, but I can’t stop wishing that someone else would kill me. I’m
done being here, I’m done dealing with the crap. I’m just burnt out and I
don’t want to be here anymore.
28. Every night when I go to bed, I
have a little pillow and assortment of blankets that I pretend is this
girl I like. She would never like me in real life (in fact, she
doesn’t), so I just play pretend. It’s inherently creepy but it’s what
keeps me from being a total wreck all the time.
29. Last summer, when I was 16, I
found out that I was pregnant. I come from an extremely conservative and
Christian household, so I was too scared to tell my parents. They also
didn’t know that I was dating my boyfriend of the time, because he is
Hispanic. I decided to get an abortion, but didn’t have the money to
fund it. My boyfriend had a job, but kept encouraging me to keep the
baby. I tried and tried to gather the $300-600 necessary for it, but it
was so hard. I ended up having to order RU486 (the abortion pill) from a
sketchy website online with my own money, because I was so scared and
desperate. I ended up getting really sick from it and had to explain
everything to my mom on the way to the hospital. Since I hadn’t gone to
the doctor before, I wasn’t aware of how far along I was. I was over 6
months pregnant, and had hid it from everyone in my life, other than my
boyfriend. I hadn’t imagined the emotional side effects, or what would
happen afterwards. I ended up giving birth to a baby much bigger than I
could have even imagined, and he suffocated to death almost immediately.
As if the shock of this wasn’t enough, the doctor called the police and
I got investigated by a homicide detective. I hated myself to the core
and still do a few months later. The thing is, that no one would expect
this from me. At all. People think of me as such a “goody two shoes” and
I was recently voted “class clown.” No one could imagine that I had an
illegal, late-term abortion at 3 in the morning. No one could even tell
that I was 6 months pregnant, because I only gained 6 or 7 pounds. No
one would imagine that I’m being investigated by the homicide detectives
or that I fight off thoughts of suicide daily.
was falsely accused of raping a girl in high school. The resulting
ostracizing was very scarring, and that is just the tip of the iceberg. I
outran the stigma when I left the state for college. If it ever catches
up to me like it was in high school, I’d probably become suicidal. How
many times can you endure people telling you that you’re a monster
before you believe them?
31. When I was about 12 I went
with some family to the family dollar. My mother and cousins went off to
go look at generic groceries so I decided I would just spend my time
hanging out in the toy aisle, in the toy aisle there would always be
these bags of marbles that other kids would open and leave laying there
so I decided to fling marbles across the floor and one just happened to
reach one of the far off aisles. So about two minutes later I hear a
loud crash and someone scream “Somebody help this man!”. Being the
curious child I was, I ran over to see what the commotion was about and I
find everyone gathered around this guy who had seem to have fallen from
the ladder as he was getting something off the top shelf. The guy is
seizing out and blood is coming from his head as he laid there and his
face seemed to be turning blue. My mother whisked me and my cousins away
and we left. Next time we went we talked to the front cashier and she
said that they called the paramedics but by the time they got there he
had died from choking. Apparently when he had the seizure he was choking
on his own tongue. The cause for the fall according to the front
cashier was that he had put the ladder on a marble and didn’t check it
before he got on it. When I heard what the cashier said I just stood in
disbelief thinking I was going to jail, I tried telling my mother many
times but all she did was say that I imagined it.
a 25-year-old female high school teacher. I’ve gotten myself off on
multiple occasions while fantasizing about fucking one of my 16-year-old
male students on top of the desk in my classroom.
33. My mom died when I was 17 and
when it comes up I use it to garner attention for myself. In reality, I
never met her and she has never meant anything to me other then a name. I feel so empty
34. I told my entire family I was
able to transfer out of community college and into a university, but I
never finished up the requirements. So since I live at home, every day
instead of going to school I go to the local library and bs. My lies are
so extensive, I even go to the campus and meet my girlfriend for lunch
sometimes. I’ve made fake transcripts to show my family, and to make it
look like I’m actually studying I go to MIT opencourseware to look up
facts that I “learned in class” that day. I have become a remarkable
liar. I hope to be transferring in the fall and then I look forward to
living a normal life. Coming clean is not an option at this point.
35. After my mother left my
father, he developed a really inappropriate attachment to me. I was 19
and my brother moved in with his girlfriend. Dad was suicidal, and had
no family or friends close by, so I was it. For the first year, he would
wake me up at 2am to sit with him every night until he cried himself to
sleep. After 4 years of cleaning up after him, making sure he ate, and
generally remained alive, I discovered that he had been using the attic
access in his closet to sit above my personal bathroom and watch me
through a peephole. I wanted to dismiss it as paranoia, but there were
too many physical signs that made it reality. Moved out shortly after
that because I couldn’t bear to look at him. I’m 29 now, and no one in
my family has any idea that this ever happened. I know that he was going
through a rough patch, but I feel violated and dirty every time I think
about it still. I also have huge amounts of guilt because I hate him
for putting me through it.
36. This will probably never be
seen by anyone but fuck it. My father once owned a cat who loved to suck
our earlobes for whatever reason. About half a decade ago my father
left me alone in his apartment with his cat and I don’t know exactly why
but I just grabbed the cat, went in the bathroom with it, laid on my
back, put it on my chest and let it suck my earlobes while masturbating.
I find myself fucking disgusting when I think about it but I still
think that it was one of my best faps.
37. My dad got rich by associating
with a scumbag that has his own construction company. Scumbag bribes
city officials to approve unstable skyscrapers that would collapse with a
4.0 earthquake and my dad makes all the paperwork discretely. In
exchange, multimillionaire scumbag persuades his other loaded friends to
hire my dad as their lawyer. I’m now trying to get into office in the next 30 years to revert most of what my family has contributed to.
a 30 year old woman and I’ve never had sex or kissed anyone. I’ve never
had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. There’s nothing physically wrong with
me, nor am I unpleasant to look at. I masturbate a few times a month,
mostly because of a biological need rather than actual desire, I guess.
I’ve never fantasised about anyone or felt any physical desire for
39. Me and my cousin have been
doing it for 10 years now. It started when she was 12 and I was 13. We
had to babysit the younger kids in our family while the parents went to a
party, and when they fell asleep, me and her got to talking about a lot
of stuff. I made a move and started kissing her, and she didn’t resist.
We ended up doing it on her bed that night. We would end up fucking
almost every weekend when we lived with our parents, telling our parents
we were going out to hang out with some friends, but actually hook up.
I’m 23 with my own apartment now, and she comes over almost every day to
40. My boyfriend and I met at the brothel were I used to work. As a whore.
41. I do not have a lot of
confidence, and can never ask girls out. I met my current wife by
installing a keystroke logger on her computer, and intercepting facebook
messages and chats with her friends until I confirmed she liked me.
That way I knew exactly how to approach her. I orchestrated our entire
early courtship to my advantage. If she knew she would likely divorce me
because I delved deep into her personal life and found out some crazy
things about her past.
42. I am an active opiate addict. I
use every single day. Everyone in my life – even the people closest to
me – think that I have been clean for over a year. I’m a good actor and
liar, it comes with the territory of addiction. I don’t want this, I
hate myself, I want to stop more than anything. It’s so damn hard.
43. 26 year old male, and have “visited” with 30+ escorts over a 4 year period.
was jumped by a group of gang members a number of years ago. I was
hospitalized, wound up with a concussion, broken jaw, 46 stitches and
tens of thousands of medical bills I am still unable to pay. I know who
all the gang members are and directly recognized one of the assailants
and filed a police report. He had an “alibi” and nothing ever came of my
case. I had run in with them again a few years after that and ended up with stitches and no charges sticking to my attackers. I see these gang members around town still. I get chased out of bars,
and there are certain places I don’t frequent because I know they may
be there. I bought a hand gun just a few short years ago for my own
protection and knowing these guys are not just going to let me slide if
they run into me again. I carry it if I know I’ll be in “problem areas”
and neighborhoods where these guys may be. One night, not too long ago, my girlfriend an I were walking downtown
when I noticed a large group of them hanging outside a bar. I told my
girlfriend to wait for me at another bar not too far away while I pulled
my hat down over my face and put my hood up. I walked across the street
to a construction zone where I could keep out of sight and still keep
an eye on them. A half hour later two of them came walking across the
street passed the construction zone. I popped out drew my gun and fired
at them twice, unknowingly missing the first one, but hitting the other
in the gut. He keeled over and let out a long groan before falling to
the ground. I looked for the fist one and he was laying in the street a
few yards away (ducking for cover). Thinking I had hit them both I ran around the corner pocketed my gun
then ran to hide by an over pass a number of blocks away. I texted my
girlfriend, she came and met up with me, and we took a cab home which
drove by the scene. The man that I shot is now in a wheel chair, paralyzed from the chest
down. They (the police, the gang members, the community) didn’t know who
shot them, they think it was rival gang members. I still see them
around town. They are not any more weary, but I am armed and ready. I’ve only told my best friend this story. He told me not to tell
anyone else, not only because I could get in trouble, but because it
would change peoples perception of me. My girlfriend never really asked
what happened that night but she expects me to tell her at some point.
mother has multiple sclerosis and her health has deteriorated fast
since I have been born. She was gone from being able to walk, to needing
a cane, to needing a walker, to complete wheelchair usage, and now
completely bedridden. She has a urinary tract infection that is
untreatable and is constantly in physical and emotional pain. She takes
prescribed medication for depression and bipolar disorder, as well as
sleeping pills. Throughout my childhood she has tried to kill herself
three times because she wants the pain to stop. In the middle of the night, I bought something from a dealer and snuck into my house to give it to my mother. She passed away within 2 hours. My dad, sisters and brother have no clue.
46. While on deployment, I killed a
man in a coup de grace. The feelings of taking a man’s life always
weigh a heavy burden on me every day. No one like’s hurting people. He
had been hit by some of our mobile artillery. While part of me wanted
the bastard to be in pain, it wasn’t right. My medic was busy with my
wounded, and as the officer on duty I took out my .45 and put one in his
head. I knew my boys wouldn’t say anything. Most just watched, accepted
it as a fact of war, and kept walking .I remember throwing up
afterwards. I came home and everyone acted like I was a hero. I never
felt like more of a sham my entire life.
47. I have herpes. I know that doesn’t sound like anything particularly horrible after
these devastating tales of incest, rape and other sad/terrible/morally
ambiguous situations, but I feel like it has ruined my life. I feel
trapped, like I will never find someone who could actually like me
enough to see past it. No one knows. No one would even suspect. I’m quiet and nerdy, keep to
myself, keep my nose clean, etc. But I am naive when it comes to guys.
Or I was. A boyfriend in college didn’t tell me and gave it to me… and
then cut off contact when I “realized”. I had only lost my virginity a
year before that. I know it seems like nothing in comparison. I knows some would even
find it funny. But you have no idea what it’s done to me. It’s destroyed
me. I’ve considered suicide, its only been this past year where I don’t
want to walk to a nearby bridge and jump. I feel just… wasted. Even if you’re shy, you still at least have a chance with your crush
or someone you like. With this, all my chances have dropped to zero. If
you like someone, think about it… would you still like them, want to
date them, if they had herpes?
48. I have terrible credit. I have debts from 10 years ago that I never paid off. My wife doesn’t know.
49. My brother committed suicide
in 1994, shortly thereafter I intercepted a letter to my parents from
his girlfriend. She was pregnant and wanted them to know and asked if
they wanted to be in the babies life. I burned the letter and have never
told them. She never contacted them again and I did so many drugs that I
buried that secret deep in my subconscious.
50. I’m white and my wife is half
black. I fantasize that she’s my slave when we have sex. She thinks I’m
the least racist person she’s ever known.