There is a movie that is set to premiere called 'Pig Killer' about the notorious killer from the Greater Vancouver area. It is so inappropriate to give Robert (Willy) Picton any fame for how he tortured and disposed of/fed the women he killed to his pigs (after putting the bodies in a tree chipper). I hope the makers of this 'film' lose their shirts financially and find it impossible to ever produce another movie. Families and the friends of these women were traumatized for life, learning how their loved ones died. If this movie is considered entertainment/art in any way, we are no longer a worthwhile society.
Got a job elsewhere & moving after frequently coming here to bang on/join the rants about pricey Van. Bye strangers n’ good luck to ya!
The shit people think they can dish out and you actually think I believe you.
You have no idea what I know or what I think inside about your ridiculous behavior because I would never let on that I think your full of shit. Why spoil your theatrics you seem to enjoy it. Ok here's what I think. Come real close and listen real careful.
" You need to peddle that shit elsewhere ".
Lots of shit in this confession huh !
I used to make accurate drawings of knots. I think it was to take my mind off a girl.
I have been taken advantage of in a way I may have asked for while unwell or in a way that I don't know what to do anything about. I can't see a positive outcome. I went to the hospital to get help and found it unhelpful as they just want to focus on one thing.
People screamed from the seclusion rooms and I regretted going in their completely.
I surprised myself. After spending so many years not aware of it, trying to hide it, identifying it, and feeling embarrassed. Something changed. The hairdresser pointed out the unusual breakage on my hair and I admitted I have trichotillomania. I pull out my hair when I feel anxious. It didn't feel scary to admit it strangely. What changed?
I have been going to Post Secondary schools for the past 10 years and have over $125,000 in student loan debt with no degree and way of paying it back.
I fell for my British cousin Linda when she came to Canada for summer vacation. It started at the drive in when we were 16, I don’t remember how but she ended up rubbing my cock though my pants and I felt her tits. Later it led to full blown sex and anal. We saw each other a few weeks each year for 3 years after that, always fucking ourselves silly. I miss her so much. I would have married her if it were legal.
So many times in our grade 8 PE class @ boyd i looked you up and down, watching the sweat drip during the hour class. I was emo af and repellant to you..but the desire has lingered.
I wanna do over.. maybe never.. maybe for temporary relief.. maybe to feel at ease… maybe to try again.
I was in a relationship with this guy since April 2018, and we recently broke up. I tried to be the best girlfriend and gave my 100% to this relationship. Apparently, my 100% wasn’t enough to please this guy. He was my first boyfriend ever. Maybe that’s why I did not want to let go of this relationship that easily. I changed myself a lot for him. I just wanted someone who could love me, care for me and understand me. I have learned the hard way that you can’t make someone feel something. Emotions and feelings come from within. Coming from a broken home, I just craved a cure little family of my own. I just wanted to live with this person forever and create a family with him. It’s heart breaking how money changes people. He had become so money minded. Everytime while spending time with me, he would be thinking that in that time he would have made money if he was working. Or he would be checking his phone all the time for social media videos. I wish my live story was different…