I just want to tell all that I have confessed all my sins to my mother. All the awfully shaming disgusting revolting sins. I have no more secrets to that person. And I'm going to make all things right with another. If she accepts it and is willing to forgive me. My life is more important than fear and holding on to secrets. For the ones that don't have no one, literaly no one, I advise to go to a confession to a catholic priest. God provides. Trust and he'll deliver. This is my testemony.
I don't want to push nobody to do the same as I did. Nor want to push no one to do anything at all. The consequence of my action is yet to come, It might bring good fruit, no fruit or bad fruit. The past cannot be changed and the one who controls my history and knows my past has somehow a power over me. So I think. A so I do not trust completly. It was more an act of despair of a need to tell somebody about my past.
I don't want to push nobody to do the same as I did. Nor want to push no one to do anything at all. The consequence of my action is yet to come, It might bring good fruit, no fruit or bad fruit. The past cannot be changed and the one who controls my history and knows my past has somehow a power over me. So I think. A so I do not trust completly. It was more an act of despair of a need to tell somebody about my past.
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