Sunday Confessions: 6-15-25

"My dog and I are on the same anxiety meds."

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

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Lately, I’ve been allowing the judgment of others to cloud my thoughts far too much. My schedule this week is chaotic for numerous reasons, and I’m hoping that distraction can shift how much my brain wanders in that direction. Or I just need to start meditating again.

Anyway, here are this week’s confessions.

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I always get mad when an influencer gets pregnant and that makes me a horrible person.

My crush ghosted me after he couldn’t get it up, and I can’t stop thinking about what the sex would have been like.

I’m sick of people who find it embarrassing to try hard. Being nonchalant about everything isn’t a flex.

I think I could fix Rory McIlroy.

Let my 8-year-old nephew use my phone to take a “which Mario character are you” quiz. Somehow, he accidentally swiped left to my private tab, which opened up a porn site. I ripped my phone out of his hand before he said anything and now I feel guilty that I’ve scarred him for life.

I google my ex boyfriend’s mugshot to make me feel better about our breakup.

I pretend like I’m an influencer while doing my nighttime skincare routine. It’s the only way I will do it.

I wash my dog’s food bowl probably way less than I should.

chainsmoked, what felt like, ten marlboro lights last night. i simply cannot be trusted when cigarettes are in my vicinity and i’ve had a few drinks.

My best friend has made her wedding her entire personality. She’s been married over a year.

I have super long hair that sheds everywhere, and it brings me joy to know that when I hookup with a guy, my hair marks my territory allllll over his bed.

My cat chews on my toothbrush and I still use it.

Got a little too drunk at my husband’s work dinner, ended up hitting someone’s vape and taking a free tequila shot with the bartender while they had dessert.

I never change my Brita filter.

I use the decorative hand towels my wife puts in our bathroom.

My wife has embraced full bush in a bikini summer and I’m here for it.

Fully prepared to hide my neighbors if I spot an ICE van.

My part-time summer job is giving me life. Kind of dreading going back to school administration the fall.

When I pick my nose I give my boogers to my dog as a treat.

Had a sex dream about Hayden Christensen (sans Darth Vader outfit) on Father’s Day and it’s all I can think about. Feels so wrong yet so right.

I’m sick of hanging out with my friends’ babies.

I don't wash my fruits and veggies.

Was looking forward to getting my back blown out on my luxury Hawaii vacation last week but only had sex with my boyfriend once.

I'm mad that everyone else is getting access to Ozempic and I can’t.

I left a date after 10 minutes because he called me a ‘Karen’ when I complained about lipstick on the wine glasses.

nothing turns me on more than hot dads. happy father’s day!

I am outgrowing my friends but I feel so lonely I want to hang on.

Sometimes I forget people have family that they see often and enjoy spending time with.

Proposed a threesome to this guy I find hot, because I want to sleep with my friend.

my husband thinks i sleep in every morning and while he’s at the gym but i am actually up masturbating.

I’m 37, still call my dad Daddy. It gets weird in public.

Love Island USA has been mid. Bunch of dummies with an all time terrible tattoo lineup.

During the summer, if I go into a body of water (pool, lake, ocean, etc.) that will count as my shower for the day. I don’t care if I go into the water multiple days in a row, if I’m not going anywhere else but home then I’m good.

Being a redhead in the summertime sucks. I’m spending an absolute fortune on self-tanner, spf and moisturizer.

I’m thinking about joining a four week writing workshop. I really want to try something new and get out of my comfort zone.

Had to delete a social account over the weekend because I got tired of observing everyone’s lives and ideas from my bed. I need to be doing the things people want to observe, not the other way around.

Every time I see someone get engaged, married or announcing their pregnancy, I cry. I’m 28, single and just feel so behind.

I put my Teams on “Do Not Disturb,” to make it look like I’m working, but really I’m just going to a workout class during that time.

I would give up my first born for a sunset glass of champagne on the porch at the Grand Hotel.

I am dog sitting for my ex’s roommate who is my best friend. Went through love notes from his ex who he cheated on me with. Found out he was collecting seashells and rocks from our trips and planned to see her in March. I broke up with him on valentines weekend. The card was post marked Feb 10th. Days before he even know we were breaking up. Found so much dirt. Broke my own heart but now I have a plan to ruin him.

I farted while my situationship was going down on me.

No one talks about the struggle of being single yet selective with dating but feeling absolutely feral during ovulation. Lord please help me.

When I want to clean my phone, I just lick the screen all over and then dry it off on my pants.

Watching my high school bullies age terribly is hilarious.

My dog and I are on the same anxiety meds.

I wipe back-to-front. I know you’re not supposed to but it’s just so much easier.

I told a guy at the end of a date on Friday that I liked him and he responded that I am hot and then he disappeared.

I never made a move on my bestie and now he’s in a committed relationship. I think about it daily unfortunately.

I think I’m actually in love with a stripper I met over the weekend and I’m here for it.

A dispensary opened less than two miles from my house. I’ve never been more excited for a chain to open in my neighborhood.

My husband and I are child free by choice. Father’s Day (and Mother’s Day) make me feel like my life often lacks meaning and maybe I want kids. However I don’t want them with my husband because he would be a terrible father.

If a restaurant, event, festival, etc. is described as “family friendly,” I automatically assume it will be awful.

If you listen to Morgan Wallen, I am judging you.

My husband has met every man I’ve ever had sex with and he has no idea.

Sometimes I wish I was a gay person because they seem to be so much cooler than us straight people.

I hated Tulum.

I aired out my ex best friend’s dirty laundry. Burned every bridge. Destroyed a whole friend group. And I’ve felt so much peace since.

I drank half a bottle of tequila and DoorDashed condoms last night.

please like me. I like you.

I am desperately in love with someone. Every time I see 11:11 or 2:22 or 3:33 and so on, I wish they’d break up with their girlfriend and be with me… or that we could at least fuck… or that we could work together again so I could hear his laugh more often. It’s hopeless. I’m helpless.

The best day I’ve had recently was when I took a day off from work and didn’t tell my husband. It was liberating knowing that nobody knew where I actually was for six hours.

Almost had a threesome. Almost.

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