moanlog – Anonymous moaning

The perfect guy is not the one who has the most money, or the most handsome one you'll meet. He is the one who knows how to make you smile and will take care of you each and everyday until the end of time

what do you want from me?

its not bloody cheating, i'm not going out with him.
why am i keeping it a secret from him then? because i don't want to hurt his feelings!
god
ahh i cant bloody decide what to do...
but then why should i make a quick decision, he's waited this long so abit longer won't hurt, right?
its harsh but that is not the point

I feel sickkkkkkkkk.

this site is so fucking dead its a waste to even host it

I can't help the way i feel
why does there have to be a justified reason for everything
do i have to have done something wrong or do you? because it would make understanding simpler
i cant help it!
i know its selfish
i know i'm coming across as a bitch or really petty
ARGH

So relieved when it was friday and work was over. Aleady getting a knot about Monday coming around. Now i've got a manager position, instead of clinical work being paramount, it's all about Audits and tick box exercises. When I speak about the patients being our priority,it's like i'm howling at the wind.
If I step down into a lower position, I then don't have the power to flag up errors an effect change.
It's lose/lose and I don't know how much more I can take. If you put everything you have into your work, what's left?

argh, this is a pile of shit and I'm majorly stressed and my family don't even give a shit

Actually, no. I've got it. I want to take a rust hacksaw and cut through your throat, the jump on you until all your insides spill out the top of your neck. I want to piss on your decapitated head, and shit on the mess that used to be your body before setting fire to the fucking thing and removing you from this planet once and for all. I want you to fucking die, you fucking cunt.

My neighbor works night shift. At about 11pm the other night, I heard a car arrive next door. I was sitting out back when a couple came outside. I could hear whispers, giggles, and panting, until the sound of a breathless, passionate, lustful moan escaped my neighbor's wife's lips. Then they scrambled into the house. I don't know if it was anther man with my friend's wife, maybe role play, maybe their teenage daughter and her friend. Would you say something to your neighbor? If it had happened at your home while you were working nightshifts, would you want you neighbor to say something to you?