[Shaun]

[5] @ the never learned to ride a bike thing

And after working away from home quite a lot lately I've realised I have a very strict sleeping routine that basically means unless I've got a double to myself, I'm sleeping naked and I have my god damned teddy bear, I'm in for a restless night.

To counterbalance the cutesy-nonsense above I'll also add "I almost always steal other people's unattended drinks on a night out (still not been rufied )" and "I wet the bed until I was 10".

[Ammi]

...oh I eat paper is another thing, when I'm anxious/worried....

[Black Dagger]

Oh and yeah I never learned how to ride a bike either. I didn't push myself enough and blamed it on my dyspraxia and cried if people asked me to have a try lmao.

[Ashley.]

I didn't learn to ride a bike until quite late, I was always scared but then my parents put me on a big patch of grass so that it wouldn't hurt if I fell.

[Braden]

Oh yay I can join the 'can't ride a bike' club

I can't really swim either.

[Mystic Mock]

I can't ride a Bike either.

I also heard rumours in Primary School that a girl was being rude to me because she liked me, I heard about it on a day where she was being sick in the Toilets.

I've never told my Mother and Father though as they always still take the piss out of me for having to female best friends at that time.

[Ramsay]

Originally Posted by Shaun

"I almost always steal other people's unattended drinks on a night out (still not been rufied )".

You people sicken me

[LemonJam]

You know what, I'm very drunk I'm gonna go on a rant which I will inevitably regret tomorrow morning.

I've lived in London for 5 years after living on a very small, secluded, closed minded island with a Catholic family that I've never felt like I could come out to. As somebody who generally gets on with straight guys more than girls or gay dudes I've faced a lot of rejection and had a lot of shame for who I am and it totally ****ed me up as a person. I've faced depression and anxiety and even tried commit suicide just because of the person I am.

The last year I came out as a gay man and I've been so much more happy and felt so much more accepted. Like most my friends in London are straight blokes and they will still high five me if I hooked up with a guy in the same way that they'll high five each other if they hooked up with a girl. I could talk openly and honestly about who I am without feeling different from them and I'd never been happier with who I am. They pretty much saved my life.

Now I'm back on my home island for a few months and the people who I call friends frequently joke about me being a gay man, telling me I'm "less of a man" and frequently call me a "fag" or "****" and they constantly try to demean me because of my sexuality DESPITE knowing that I've had mental health problems in the past and I don't know how much longer I can deal with it. I've worked so, so, so ****ing hard over the last few years in building the confidence with myself (like a huge reason I didn't post that much on this forum for ages is because I didn't think I fitted in, which is absolutely pathetic cos y'all are weird af ) and as I'm about to go travelling before I came back home I felt ready, but now I'm questioning if I'm as secure of a person as I should be.

I basically only came back to the island for my family because I haven't really seen them for a long period of time for two years but I feel like I need to be back in London for my own sanity.

So yeah I just needed to get that off my chest while there's a thread like this still around...

[Ithinkiloveyoutoo]

You bastards. I opened an unholy confessions thread before this. Since i'm not AshRley noone posted in it.

[BB4fan]

I love to watch Keeping up with the Kardashians and I love the Kardashian family and their Hollywood career.

[T*]

i like this thread better

[T*]

Originally Posted by LemonJam

You know what, I'm very drunk I'm gonna go on a rant which I will inevitably regret tomorrow morning.

I've lived in London for 5 years after living on a very small, secluded, closed minded island with a Catholic family that I've never felt like I could come out to. As somebody who generally gets on with straight guys more than girls or gay dudes I've faced a lot of rejection and had a lot of shame for who I am and it totally ****ed me up as a person. I've faced depression and anxiety and even tried commit suicide just because of the person I am.

The last year I came out as a gay man and I've been so much more happy and felt so much more accepted. Like most my friends in London are straight blokes and they will still high five me if I hooked up with a guy in the same way that they'll high five each other if they hooked up with a girl. I could talk openly and honestly about who I am without feeling different from them and I'd never been happier with who I am. They pretty much saved my life.

Now I'm back on my home island for a few months and the people who I call friends frequently joke about me being a gay man, telling me I'm "less of a man" and frequently call me a "fag" or "****" and they constantly try to demean me because of my sexuality DESPITE knowing that I've had mental health problems in the past and I don't know how much longer I can deal with it. I've worked so, so, so ****ing hard over the last few years in building the confidence with myself (like a huge reason I didn't post that much on this forum for ages is because I didn't think I fitted in, which is absolutely pathetic cos y'all are weird af ) and as I'm about to go travelling before I came back home I felt ready, but now I'm questioning if I'm as secure of a person as I should be.

I basically only came back to the island for my family because I haven't really seen them for a long period of time for two years but I feel like I need to be back in London for my own sanity.

So yeah I just needed to get that off my chest while there's a thread like this still around...

[Rob!]

Originally Posted by LemonJam

You know what, I'm very drunk I'm gonna go on a rant which I will inevitably regret tomorrow morning.

I've lived in London for 5 years after living on a very small, secluded, closed minded island with a Catholic family that I've never felt like I could come out to. As somebody who generally gets on with straight guys more than girls or gay dudes I've faced a lot of rejection and had a lot of shame for who I am and it totally ****ed me up as a person. I've faced depression and anxiety and even tried commit suicide just because of the person I am.

The last year I came out as a gay man and I've been so much more happy and felt so much more accepted. Like most my friends in London are straight blokes and they will still high five me if I hooked up with a guy in the same way that they'll high five each other if they hooked up with a girl. I could talk openly and honestly about who I am without feeling different from them and I'd never been happier with who I am. They pretty much saved my life.

Now I'm back on my home island for a few months and the people who I call friends frequently joke about me being a gay man, telling me I'm "less of a man" and frequently call me a "fag" or "****" and they constantly try to demean me because of my sexuality DESPITE knowing that I've had mental health problems in the past and I don't know how much longer I can deal with it. I've worked so, so, so ****ing hard over the last few years in building the confidence with myself (like a huge reason I didn't post that much on this forum for ages is because I didn't think I fitted in, which is absolutely pathetic cos y'all are weird af ) and as I'm about to go travelling before I came back home I felt ready, but now I'm questioning if I'm as secure of a person as I should be.

I basically only came back to the island for my family because I haven't really seen them for a long period of time for two years but I feel like I need to be back in London for my own sanity.

So yeah I just needed to get that off my chest while there's a thread like this still around...

[Amy Jade]

I pissed myself at V last year

[Amy Jade]

Originally Posted by Will1999

I hate the dogs I live with, I wish they would just die.


But don't worry I love dogs but not those threes, all they do is bark/ eat my food and there treated like bloody kings and queens.

Surely that's more down to bad ownership than bad dogs?

[Will.]

Originally Posted by Amy Jade

Surely that's more down to bad ownership than bad dogs?

It's when ever the door bell rings, and we have like 10 parcels a day lol, but they won't stop for some reason. The dog across the road is just the same.

[Ashley.]

Originally Posted by Ithinkiloveyoutoo

You bastards. I opened an unholy confessions thread before this. Since i'm not AshRley noone posted in it.

I didn't see your thread, sorry.

[T*]

Originally Posted by Will1999

I hate the dogs I live with, I wish they would just die. Good news is there all 10+


But don't worry I love dogs but not those threes, all they do is bark/ eat my food and there treated like bloody kings and queen by my mum.

One left me with a scare on my arm because I dragged it by the collar into the house because it wouldn't come in from the garden after I repeatedly called for it.

I feel more sorry for the dogs..

[MB.]

Originally Posted by Will1999

I hate the dogs I live with, I wish they would just die. Good news is there all 10+


But don't worry I love dogs but not those threes, all they do is bark/ eat my food and there treated like bloody kings and queen by my mum.

One left me with a scare on my arm because I dragged it by the collar into the house because it wouldn't come in from the garden after I repeatedly called for it.

...I wonder why...

[T*]

Originally Posted by MB.

...I wonder why...

Exactly.

[Ashley.]

Originally Posted by LemonJam

You know what, I'm very drunk I'm gonna go on a rant which I will inevitably regret tomorrow morning.

I've lived in London for 5 years after living on a very small, secluded, closed minded island with a Catholic family that I've never felt like I could come out to. As somebody who generally gets on with straight guys more than girls or gay dudes I've faced a lot of rejection and had a lot of shame for who I am and it totally ****ed me up as a person. I've faced depression and anxiety and even tried commit suicide just because of the person I am.

The last year I came out as a gay man and I've been so much more happy and felt so much more accepted. Like most my friends in London are straight blokes and they will still high five me if I hooked up with a guy in the same way that they'll high five each other if they hooked up with a girl. I could talk openly and honestly about who I am without feeling different from them and I'd never been happier with who I am. They pretty much saved my life.

Now I'm back on my home island for a few months and the people who I call friends frequently joke about me being a gay man, telling me I'm "less of a man" and frequently call me a "fag" or "****" and they constantly try to demean me because of my sexuality DESPITE knowing that I've had mental health problems in the past and I don't know how much longer I can deal with it. I've worked so, so, so ****ing hard over the last few years in building the confidence with myself (like a huge reason I didn't post that much on this forum for ages is because I didn't think I fitted in, which is absolutely pathetic cos y'all are weird af ) and as I'm about to go travelling before I came back home I felt ready, but now I'm questioning if I'm as secure of a person as I should be.

I basically only came back to the island for my family because I haven't really seen them for a long period of time for two years but I feel like I need to be back in London for my own sanity.

So yeah I just needed to get that off my chest while there's a thread like this still around...

[T*]

I'd sort of understand if the dog mauled your face off and you had to get plastic surgery to look human again, but wishing death on dogs for no good reason honestly will get me furiously pissed off. I have 3 dogs and I love them to bits.

[Ashley.]

Originally Posted by Will1999

I hate the dogs I live with, I wish they would just die. Good news is there all 10+


But don't worry I love dogs but not those threes, all they do is bark/ eat my food and there treated like bloody kings and queen by my mum.

One left me with a scare on my arm because I dragged it by the collar into the house because it wouldn't come in from the garden after I repeatedly called for it.

Yeah I'm gonna side with the dogs...

[Ashley.]

Originally Posted by Tøm

I'd sort of understand if the dog mauled your face off and you had to get plastic surgery to look human again, but wishing death on dogs for no good reason honestly will get me furiously pissed off. I have 3 dogs and I love them to bits.

This! My pup is like my companion. I never feel lonely without him and he always comes into my room and sits on my lap when he knows that I'm upset. I could never wish death on him.

[Oaker]

Originally Posted by Will1999

I hate the dogs I live with, I wish they would just die. Good news is there all 10+


But don't worry I love dogs but not those threes, all they do is bark/ eat my food and there treated like bloody kings and queen by my mum.

One left me with a scare on my arm because I dragged it by the collar into the house because it wouldn't come in from the garden after I repeatedly called for it.

I really dislike dogs but this is a bit harsh