I think that all of your "problems" are bullshit
Yeah, I said it, all of these confession sites...I browse, I read, searching for something that will make me feel like I don't have it so bad. But all of your whiny bullshit confessions make me sick.
My confession: My little brother (4 years my junior) was shot in the head by his 'best' friend when he was 13. This friend of his was joking around with a loaded gun. My little brother, died.
Five years later my Mother, after getting a divorce and leaving the state was attacked by her roomate of one week. This roomate literally slit her throat. Thankfully she survived, but is only a shell of a person now.
Last year my father lost his battle with bone cancer, after one year of watching him completely go insane with pain, I was the one who asked the nurses to give him the fatal dose of morphine. He couldn't even speak, he just uttered horrible sad incoherent pleas.
I hate God, if there is one. I still function. I still love. Bad things still happen.
My step-father had a double by pass two years ago and survived. Last February he was diagnosed with inoperable colon cancer. When doctors went in to confirm his diagnoses they found that the cancer wasn't cancer at all but only a blockage which they removed. My step father recovered fully. I think God found my breaking point and decided I'd had enough.
Now I don't hate him as much