Sunday Confessions: 2-15-26

"I don’t remember how I got to bed Friday or Saturday night."

Welcome to Sunday Confessions. Each Sunday through Sunday Scaries Instagram stories, readers submit their totally-anonymous confessions. Because sometimes it just feels good to get off your chest.

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Well, doesn’t sound like Valentine’s Day went the way everyone hoped it would. I’m still recovering from last night’s Industry. I’m annoyed that I’m even working today while others are off. Whatever.

Here are all of this week’s confessions.

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Girls weekend, friends made me redownload Hinge, and now I’m hooked again to the toxic cycle that is swiping. Help.

My cute coworker said he might breakup with his girlfriend. I secretly hope he does. I can’t stop thinking about kissing him.

I stalk my ex boyfriend’s quarterly Spotify playlist to see how he’s doing. We’ve been broken up for 10 years and I’m happily married.

I put important letters of my neighbors behind their advertisement letters that they didn’t touch for more than a month. Petty? Yes. Justified? Absolutely.

Went out for Valentine’s Day with my best friend and it was better than any date I’ve ever been on.

My husband gifted me lingerie and more for V-Day. It was too small and too kinky.

I have $50k in medical debt that I never intend on paying.

The optimism and patience of finding real love is incredibly exhausting. It feels like everyone is watching waiting for it to happen to me too.

It finally happened. I used the handicap stall so I wouldn’t have to be directly next to someone in the bathroom. Came out to find a woman in a wheelchair waiting. I’m still embarrassed.

Most of the time after I pee at home, I just run the sink so my husband thinks I washed my hands.

I’m reading a dark romance book, and absolutely CRAVING a stalker.

Wasn’t really motivated to run yesterday, so during my run, I spotted an attractive man and pretended I was chasing him. It made getting my run in slightly easier.

Moved an ocean away from home last year. The in-laws have just arrived for their first visit and it’s absolutely confirmed we won’t be moving home anytime soon. I need that ocean as a boundary between us.

Just cheered on my cousin running a half marathon whilst still drunk.

I like how dirty my hair smells by day 6. I’m obsessed with it. It smells like crayons but I actually like it more than when it’s fresh.

I enjoy squeezing ingrown hairs out of my pubic area wayyy too much.

I got my eyebrows laminated, now I look like the step sister from Shrek.

When my coworker pisses me off, I’ll walk by her desk after she leaves and partially unplug her HDMI cord.

I think my soul has been on this planet before.

I have what can only be described as a clinical obsession with Heated Rivalry. I’ve watched every episode no less than 37 times this week alone.

I’ve been watching twerking tutorials and practicing in my office at work for the last two weeks.

I am irrationally pissed about Lewis Hamilton and Kim Kardashian.

I hide every photo on my digital photo frame from my wedding that has my MIL in it so it doesn’t pop up again.

It’s 2026 and I’m addicted to Clash of Clans.

Deleted ChatGPT after finding out the creator of it is now a Trump supporter.

Having a dirty text side plot with someone I blatantly ignore IRL is absolutely thrilling.

All my friends are gaining weight from drinking or pregnancy. My goal is to become as fit as possible so I can finally be the hot friend this summer.

Currently sexting a man I had a short but intense fling with right after we graduated law school. We graduated in 2019. We live 6000 miles apart.

I went to support my sister at a singles mixer but wasn’t going to participate. Then I saw this one guy so I signed up. He was the only one I talked to or even want to talk to, and we talked for hours there. Now we have our first real date tomorrow. This literally feels like love at first sight, like he could be the one and I’m scared.

I finally swallowed my pride and zoomed in on Excel. I’m not quite 30 yet.

I was too aroused watching Wuthering Heights, I need my back cracked asap.

I sometimes wonder if my husband is gay.

I just learned that bleaching your booty hole doesn’t mean dying the hair.

I can’t believe I let influencers convince me that brown sweat sets are chic vs the reality of looking like Tony Soprano.

I feel like my dogs are judging me when I’m stoned so I try to act normal to the point I’m over compensating. For their approval only.

My recently developed dreams and fantasies about Rob Rausch motivate me to work out for my best summer body yet.

Texted my ex on Valentine’s Day just to make sure he had no plans.

Currently in the bubble bath and I realized what a shell of a person I have become. I want more out of life than this.

A work contact and I flirted via email this past week and now I’m remembering that I work for the government and all my emails are public record.

Was trying on a dress, when taking it off the zipper broke and popped off… hung it back up on the shelf and walked out.

I don’t remember how I got to bed Friday or Saturday night.

My friend is a dumb bitch.

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