r/confession

Two years ago I used to dog sit, and someone hired me to watch their Chihuahua for about seven hours. While I was there, I ordered some food from DoorDash that had a crazy amount of garlic in it. After I ate, I gave the dog a good amount of the leftovers and it ate them. Four or five days later, the dog got seriously sick and had to be put down. After they took it to the vet, they asked me if I had given the dog any food, and I admitted that I had and told them exactly what I gave it. They were obviously really unhappy because it was their dog, but they didn’t press charges or anything.

I am in several different college clubs on my campus. I am in a computer science club, a pickleball club, I even help with making films and editing videos for the film club. But I have one secret that nobody on campus knows about. I'm not actually a college student. I have been doing this for 2 years and nobody has found out.

It's actually pretty easy to get away with. All you have to do is go on google and type in "clubs at (name of your college)" and your college will typically have a page with a list of clubs. Once you've found a club you like, find them on Instagram and then message them about when and where the club meets. Once you're at the club, nobody asks for your student ID and you're just assumed to be a student.

The reason I did it was because I live in a city with a very big college that has hundreds of ways to get involved. But once you're out of college, the things to do falls off a cliff. I wanted a way to meet people, make friends, and do things that I enjoy.

I (31F) run a small reptile rescue out of my house. I've been a reptile owner since I was 10 and have been rescuing since I was 16. I made it my official career as of three years ago, when I got married to my husband and we had some extra income. I love reptiles so much, especially snakes. I own a hoggie, a fatass retic, a beardie, one black and white tegu, a corn snake, and an absolutely beautiful MBK. I also have social media where I post all my reptiles, except one.

Back in college I was trying to make friends and my then-friend now-husband introduced me to this guy we'll call "Richard." My future husband said Richard liked snakes, so he thought we'd get along.

I meet Richard for lunch and he's fine, if a little boring. He barely seemed engaged when I brought up reptiles to him. But he does invite me back to his house to see his snake. So I go. And it's a fucking sty, trash everywhere and yellow tar on the walls from cigarettes and joints. The whole place smells like an ashtray and it's unbearable. And the second i step in there, I realize oh, fuck, this snake is gonna be at death's door. Lo and behold, we go up to his room, and it's even worse.

The room is one disgusting thing, but the enclosure made my guts twist. In there was a yearling MBK (Mexican black kingsnake). Barely an inch of substrate that looked unchanged for maybe months. A tiny overturned hide, no sun lamp, the enclosure was half the size it should be. A long-broken humidity control. It was like a prison cell for a trash monster. The poor MBK was stunted and malnourished, pyramid shaped instead of tube shaped, with an eye infection. It was also covered in stuck shed, which is a very unpleasant death if not fixed. He was curled up motionless in the corner. The second I saw it I knew I couldn't leave it there. As I turned around, Richard revealed he was much more of a dick than I thought, and he wanted to show me another kind of snake. I turned him down and got out of there as fast as I could.

I stayed up all night neglecting my schoolwork planning how to rescue this snake. And the only thing I could think of was the only thing Richard had indicated he cared about at all. I am not a flirtatious or very sensual person, but I locked in to save the snake. The next day I texted him and said I had reconsidered, and that I'd like to come over. Predictably, he said yes.

I went over and slept with him. It was not good and I'll leave it at that. Afterwards I got dressed as he began to light a joint and while he was distracted I got up and made a big deal out of opening the window, commenting on how hot it was. I asked if I could pick up his snake (named viper btw. He was named Viper. Fucking idiot) and I took it out and surreptitiously placed it in a crisco container I had made short term transport friendly. Then I left his cage open and flipped over his hide and purposefully left the top of the cage open. I then left as fast and as nonchalantly as I could as mr doofus faded into unconsciousness. I don't think he even realized I left.

The next day when I was at the vet getting the snake checked out (no microchip, of course. I said someone dropped it off outside my house in the night lol) when Richard called me to berate me for leaving the window and cage open. I offered to come help him search, but he said to forget it and hung up. That was the last time I ever heard from him.

Today, Francrisco (or just Crisco) is doing great. He only had to lose an eye and recovered from everything else. And don't tell the other's but he's my favorite. He's so sweet and a big silly chonk. He's still a little stunted, but healthy. Only my husband knows I stole him, and I don't really want him to find out how. Frankly I'm disturbed by what I had to do and have been going to therapy about it for a long time. But I'd do it again in a heartbeat to save Crisco. And if youre reading this and you think snakes are cool and you want one? DO YOUR GODDAMN RESEARCH. Thank you and goodnight.

It was an Arranged marriage. Families sit and match happens. I had the money. I knew the people who fix these things and her side didn't have much. They were poor but She was young, virgin, good looking. I said yes for that.

Her parents were always going to marry her off. I knew a house like mine beats whatever else they were going to get. So when everyone "agreed," I already knew why. If I was the same man with no money, that match would have died but I used my resources to get the girl I want. I wanted a young wife from a family that needed the wedding more than I did.

She's fine now. Eats better, lives better, goes everywhere in a nice car, wears cute dresses and looks beautiful and she tells me she's grateful. I love her and I'd do it again. Grateful is cheap when going back is worse. I didn't meet her as an equal. I closed a match she wasn't in a place to walk out of. That's the part I don't say out loud.

When I was 15, I once intentionally logged into my teacher’s workspace three times with the wrong password so her account would get disabled. The goal? To stop her from entering my failing grade.

It actually worked, for a little while, at least. She couldn’t log in, and the grade wasn’t recorded immediately. But the next day, she stood in front of the whole class and asked who did it. I just sat there in silence, completely terrified. No way was I confessing.

Looking back, I kinda laugh at the situation, but I’m also so glad I kept my mouth shut. They never found out who did it, and if I had confessed, she probably would’ve gotten me expelled.

It feels awful, and my conscience is bothering me. But money is pretty tight right now.
It was a shopping center parking lot, and there are cameras there, so they can probably track me down anyway.

I am 26 years old and always been an "occasional" drinker. Since the last 6 or 8 months i have been drinking a lot ( around 5 or 6 times a week) . So last week, I had gone on a trip and visited the casino. It was fun and games till a few drinks went in. Then ended up losing a considerable amount but kept continuing. This other woman on the table with me was pretty drunk too and kept blaming me for her losses. Sober me would probably walk away, but drunk me decided to give her a mouthful. Anyhow, i said something to which she threw her drink all over my dress. I got so angry that i slapped her and it ended in an uncalled fight which went on till security came and broke it off.nobody was seriously injured but i have officially hit a new low!

I used to work in a mortuary preparing bodies. One day, a family brought in a man who was supposed to be buried in his favorite suit. While preparing him, I had to check the pockets like we normally did, and I found $200 in one of them. There wasn’t any note saying what to do with it, and I have no idea whether the family even knew it was there. I took the money. I’ve thought about it a few times since, mostly wondering whether that $200 meant something to his family.

I feel very embarrassed admitting this, but I want to tell you about a situation I’m currently dealing with. There is a female friend I met at school; our relationship is strictly platonic, and there has never been any romantic intimacy or anything of that sort between us. We were in the same class and sometimes sat right next to or behind each other, yet I always viewed her merely as a friend. However, after having a dream where I had sexual intercourse with her—which occurred while I was taking a short nap at school—I began to feel an intense desire for her. I constantly engaged in physical contact with her (tickling, etc.); although she didn't seem bothered by it, I was touching her with sexual thoughts in mind. I masturbate while thinking about her, and I feel guilty for doing so.

..the dark.

I’ve always been scared of the dark but 7 years ago I was SA. I had fallen asleep (I was at my then friend’s apartment) and woke up because someone was penetrating me. And I was so shocked I froze. He eventually stopped, I think I started to cry and that shocked him. We are no longer friends.

I can no longer sleep in the same room as a man, I start twitching like crazy.

Last year, early October, something changed and since then I sleep with the light on. Sometimes even though the light is on I’m too scared to go to the bathroom.

I don’t know what changed that made me so afraid (for more than 5 years I didn’t need the light turned on at night).

I have never told anyone what happened that night and that I sleep with the lights on now.

i am addicted to fentanyl. me and my friend went to SOAD concert last year.

we were leaving the hotel to go to the concert. i was in her car waiting for her. she thought i never had anything. i smoked in her car.

she comes out to find me unresponsive. she calls 911. they narcan me 3 times.

she’s crying, i am angry. i am angry at the paramedics, i am angry at her. they take me to the hospital. she goes home.

i will forever hate myself for that.

Oh boy, how do I start.. about 20 years ago I was working as a security guard for a group of disused warehouses in the red light district. The property was never going to be occupied, i was there to keep insurance low. The working girls would frequently break onto the property to ply their trade. I don't have a problem with sex work but there was a real possibility of me losing my job from the frequent break ins despite there being no real damage to the property and the only thing to really complain about was the occasional used condom.

I spoke to one of the girls I said I would leave the door open and even make it more comfortable if they could just tidy up after themselves and not break in. I rigged the lock on the steal door that led into one properties so you could reach in from the outside and pull it open for easy entry but still "secure".

I decided to make improvements to make them more comfortable. I drove a king-size mattress to the lot and placed it in one of the rooms (I assume it was an office). I got blankets, a desk, a small wind up lantern, I even attended the sexual health clinic regularly to get free condoms and would put them in the desk drawer for them and provided a bin.

Eventually I got friendly with the girls. They would come to my security cabin for tea or coffee, occasionally i'd share my lunch with them or we'd just sit and chat. All of them were polite and well mannered but all had fallen on hard times. I didn't judge just listened and showed compassion. I was nick named 'the angel of [city name]'.

Here's where it goes wrong..

Months go by and cops show up at the gate to the yard. I head over but do not open the gate to them say my partner (which i don't have) has the key and he left the yard on break. Don't know how it works in other countries but in the UK the police afford information to security guards easily. Helps to have someone stationed in a problem area I guess. They explain to me that an element of organised crime had entered the area and the girls were playing their trade somewhere out of sight. I doubt I looked the picture of innocence but I tried to stay calm. They explained that alot of money had been placed into a task force to investigate. It made national news, and it was me. They thought some gang or the mafia or something had organised the girls but it was just me providing shelter and comfort.

I sometimes feel guilty about the wasted tax payer money but never about helping the girls out. Sorry about the wall of text but I wanted to include as much as I could.

I have never been able to do any job, no matter how simple, voluntary, or in line with my interests and expertise it was. Growing up I would do anything I could to get out of school and homework, and ever since I was a teenager at my first job I was finding ways to avoid doing as much work as I possibly could. I would hide in storage rooms for hours to just... do nothing.

I haven't stopped since. I can't stop. I don't know why. At some point this instinct that I can't pull away from or repress no matter what I try just takes me over and goes fully nuclear, and it's about to do it again. I need a job to live right now and this monster I become when I work is going to ruin it for us and it'll be no one's fault but mine. I hate it more than anything but its like trying to change my involuntary functions. I can't change the way my heart beats, I can't breathe different if I'm not paying attention, and I can't stop letting avoidance ruin my life no matter how hard I try.

I've left very few jobs amicably, 90% have ended in me being fired or quitting. Not counting contract work that ended, I've only left three jobs on "normal" terms. Two of those jobs were part time work at an escape room, one of which was due to the closure of the business and the other due to the global covid 19 pandemic. The last one I left because I moved to another state, and then the company went bankrupt the next day. I've worked a shit ton of jobs in every department imaginable and the only things I've ever liked paid scraps and took basically no effort. Anything that requires me to do anything more than sitting in a chair and watching a screen or driving alone without having to interact with anyone inevitably becomes the most annoying thing in the world to me after a few months and the downward spiral starts. Inevitably I either fuck up enough to get fired or fully mentally collapse and quit in an impulsive panic. Sometimes it's both!

I think I might just be a failed person. I'm the exact kind of lazy bum that everyone hates, the bad employee, the slacker, the guy who's always trying to get out of doing things. I feel like I deserve what'll inevitably come to me when I either rot and die on the street or in my parents' basement, because if I keep working jobs all it does is make my coworkers annoyed and frustrated with me because I can't do anything, and what I can do is never done right.

I don't expect sympathy. I know you all hate me and everyone like me, and I do too. I don't know what I'm even trying to accomplish saying all of this. I wish I could live doing nothing, but I know I can't, and I don't like my options. I'm sure everyone will tell me to just suck it up (i know), to just do it because its so easy (i know it is), that i have to contribute something to society (dont you think i want to?). I won't have any good answers, I'm sure. I just needed to get this all off my chest for whatever reason.

So, yeah. Basically I live in an area where:

1. There's always a hot weather up to the point AC is needed.

2. The electricity company suck in every aspect: constant power outages, low/high voltage peaks, very expensive bills.

When I took the decision of manipulating the energy meter, I did that in a position of anger, resentment and revenge since there was like a couple of weeks where these problems increased like 200%. I also wanted to save some money. Things are getting very expensive here.

Fast forward to three weeks later and now they'll come to check the meter this week and I'm scared since the dude who made the manipulation is not in the city. Haven't slept well, can't stop thinking about it, my mood is kinda bad, too, anxiety increased a lot...yeah, I suck at dealing with illegal stuff consequences. Learnt my lesson and now if everything goes well (dude apparently comes back this week to normalize the meter), I'll never move that thing again.

Share this with you because I don't really have anyone to talk about this.

Here’s my confession: I think the majority of posts here are bots. I will click on a good juicy story , read the first few sentence, immediately feel off, check the username and typically their account is less than 24 hrs old. NOW, yes of course people are joining the app everyday but cmon. I don’t know if we blame “dead internet theory”, the mods, or just throw hands up and just leave this sub. I don’t know I’m just really annoyed of assuming REAL people are utilizing this app, when it’s really just another computer/engagement cows. I would prefer if a REAL person was just lying at that point, at least it’s a human. I don’t know I’m sure this will get deleted since I assumed it’s a mods fault. Oh well maybe I’ll get banned from here lol

My confession: i sad this sub is becoming diluted with bots):

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Hey there i am m20 when i was a kid like 6-7 yo i got my hands on the internet at first i started playing Vgames and watching stupid videos etc as any other child but later after 3 years or so discovered social média and i was suprised that somthing like this really exists like i can just log in and talk to random ppl from any place in the world

I opened a facebook account and i started talking to ppl random ppl ppl i know nothing wierd then one time i was talking to someone he was a 12 yo boy i was talking to him chatting etc then one night when i logged in i found out that he blocked me on facebook i didnt know why so i decided to stalk him online i used a girl acc *catfishing*

I got a lot of pics for the same girl and i got another 5 accounts with the same last name to the girl acc to creat a family type thing environnement so he wont suspect me anyway we started talking etc after 6 months or somthing he confessed his love to me i played along for more than 2 years he didnt suspect a thing then the thing happend he told me that his parents divorced and after a while his grandma got sick she got some type of cancer anyway he started showing dépression nd stress signs he kept telling me that i am the only reason he feels good these days etc anyway the years passes and he didnt suspect a thing i was making some girls voice call him w the specefic type of things i wanted to tell him etc

Anyway one time i logged in he was online as usual texting but i tried to ignore him just to provoke somthing i wasnt sure what i was thinking of anyway i kept ignoring him for about 2 weeks and then i decided that i will tell him the truth it cant go on like this forever out of pitty at least for him the day i told him he froze behind the screen he didnt react or anything suddunly he went offline for a day then 2 then 3 i was curious whats wrong with him

So duo to the lack of info i could get just by waiting for me i checked his dad profile after a week or somthing then i found the dad posting a pic of the boy i was talking to and praying for him cuz he did it he ended his life i deleted the whole conversation and alll the pics and the whole profile i still remember it every single day and for some reasons i cant stop catshing ppl now i am so good at it its like a skill i got since a young age ik what i did is wrong and i feel sorry about it thats it

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This is very short confession. Eight months ago I received a notification on my Cash app and it was $20 sent to me and it says for the pizza on the note I was 100% sure they sent it by mistake but I did not say anything and weirdly I really needed a gas money and I did not have it so it kind of came on the right time. from that moment till the day before yesterday for a various reasons I have received around $900 in total. At first I assumed they will know at some point they’re sending it to the wrong person specially if the person they intended to send told them they did not receive it but weirdly they’re just sending money after money and I’ve been using each and every part of that money without any guilt. And I do not know the person and I was not expecting any money from anybody on my Cash app.

My parents use to argue about money growing up. Mostly because money went missing and my dad would be taking money out of my mums purse. They owned a business and my mum handled all the financials and my dad wasn’t trusted as he had a gambling problem.

With them arguing about money every 2nd or 3rd day it gave me ideas of stealing money myself especially when my mum rarely ever said yes to anything that I had wanted at the time. I was the youngest of 3, only girl. So I had somewhat felt neglected.

I was a bit of a loner in 4th grade. And I thought that having money would buy me friends. (Ironically, as an adult this turned out to be true lol)

I stole hundreds of dollars out of my mums purse, giving it away to kids at school. As a kid, it made me feel cool but now as an adult it was so stupid. Anyway, the missing money became such a big issue and caused a lot of stress in the family and my parents didn’t think it was me.

It became such a thrill that any chance I had i would be taking money out of my mums purse. I would also find chances to steal from aunty’s and uncles when I was at their house. One time I stole $600 in US currency and went to the bank at 14 to have this converted to AUD.

It caused so much stress that my dad ending up getting a stroke. He smoked and drank his stress away. So I stopped. It didn’t occur to me that stress would cause sickness. But looking back it, I caused so much drama and hurt. I think my family had an idea that it was me but I never admitted to it.

I think I stole more than $3000 AUD in total.

Not proud. But now that I am 30 I am shocked that an 8-14 year old could have any ideas of stealing this amount of money.

Deeply ashamed and Ive held onto this guilt since.

So I am studying two degrees at the same time. One of them is a Bachelor of Education (for teaching). I had a teaching practice presentation; they checked if we practiced teaching at a local school, we had to make 40 lesson plans, and prepare 2 lessons for final presentation with Audio/Video (AV) aids. They gave us 2 months to prepare for that. But I am doing my MPhil, where I do lab work and thesis and also some jobs for paying for my degrees. So the past 2 months have been hectic for me. I didnt prepare for them thinking i'll do it when the time comes and I wasnt able to. yesterday was my presentation. I prepared one AV aid for scince plan and not for the other because I didn't get time from all of the things I stated. I haven't been able to sleep properly for like a week. So I got there with not good presentable stuff. And my final lesson presentation was also so and so cuz I was so exhausted and overstimulated, and stressed that I just said what i said without preparation.

After the presentation, I paid attention to other people's stuff, and all of them prepared so well with proper models and stuff, and now I am regretting not preparing enough. I had thought of so much for this and F*ed up. I dont know if they would pass me at this point. I am so stressed.
My firend was happy that she did good and I am having a sinking feeling. I wanted to throw up today at my job because of this so I am ranting here to get it out of me.