Terrifying Viewer Confessions

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But anyways, that's enough yapping, so sit back, relax, grab a drink and grab a snack and without further ado, let's get into some terrifying viewer confessions. I covered up an OD death. Hello Snook, please change my name to protect my anonymity as this story is disturbing and ultimately very sad. Over 10 years ago, I was working as a hospice nurse, despite the job being macabre at times, I absolutely loved it, actually, that's probably the main reason I loved it. I would visit dying patients in their home and the goal was to make them comfortable and assist them with the dying with dignity. I would see my patients once a week, however, if there was a high priority case or if I really liked the patient, I would see that patient multiple times a week. One of my patients, let's call her Mrs. Horace, was my hands down favorite patient. She was an elderly woman, dying of late-stage dementia. Some patients with this diagnosis get combative, stubborn and unpleasant. But some are calm, light-hearted and great company. Mrs. Horace was the latter. She was so sweet, delicate and hoot to be around. She cracked jokes, played card games and was always so amazing to visit with. I also related to her when I discovered she was a nurse in World War II. However, late-stage dementia is a slow, arduous death. It's hard on the caregivers as they watch their loved ones with her away and forget their children's names and faces. Unfortunately, this is exactly what happened to my favorite patient, Mrs. Horace. Her son was her main caregiver. He lived with her, dotted on her every need and was an excellent caregiver and son. His love for her was obvious and it was evident in how well taken care of Mrs. Horace was. In late-stage dementia, the patient stops eating and drinking. The patient stops talking and enters a deep sleep state. After spending months visiting Mrs. Horace and her son multiple times a week, this inevitably happened to my beloved Mrs. Horace. Every hospice patient is prescribed an emergency kit full of medication to assist with the patient's needs. One of these medications is liquid morphine to help with pain which is a common symptom at the dying process. One night I was the on call nurse after hours, which meant I answered every call that came into the office. These calls usually signaled a patient passed on or was in some sort of distress. That night I received a very unusual call from my low maintenance, favorite patient, Mrs. Horace and her son. Her son called the emergency office number and when I answered, I heard the relief in his voice to hear I was on the call nurse that night. He explained to me that his mother was crying out in pain and the liquid over the counter medication he gave her an hour ago didn't help her at all. I commonly explained to him that this emergency kit contained liquid morphine. I told him to give her some morphine. The usual starting dose for a client not tolerant to the medication and call me back in an hour. Most of you probably know that morphine is a very strong pain reliever that when given or taken in high doses it can lead to an OD. Anyways, I reinforced the instructions and dosage for the morphine administration and he repeated the instructions correctly back to me. However, I heard the anxiety in his voice. He was scared for his mother and didn't want her to die. 15 minutes ago by and I get a call back from Mrs. Horace's son. He sounded relieved that his mother was very quiet and sleeping deeply since giving her the morphine. I too was relieved and I ended the phone call. One hour later I get a phone call from Mrs. Horace's son and he reported that his mother has died. She stopped breathing and died peacefully. I immediately left the house to attend the death and make the announcement. I get there in 10 minutes and sure enough she is dead. She looked peaceful, beautiful, and absolutely died feeling loved and taken care of by her son. I did the usual motions and one of my tasks was to destroy the medications in the emergency kits because they are dangerous medications that shouldn't be used by anyone now that she's passed on. While destroying the medications, I noticed the morphine bottle is half empty, which is weird because as far as I knew, he had only ever given his mom a small dosage of medication, which is a very small dose. I take the bottle to him, expecting him to laugh off a medication spill or have another reasonable answer to why so much medication was missing from the bottle. Immediately, all the color left his face and he looked at me as if his soul left his body. He explained to me that he gave his mother 10 times the amount of liquid morphine instead of the one because I told him to. My stomach dropped to my feet. He had OD'd his mother accidentally and she had died as a result. In that moment, I should have berated him for messing up. Or at least calmly explained, he was incorrect and now I'm going to have to call the office of medical investigations to report this as a suspicious unattended death. But I care deeply for Mrs. Horace and her son and ultimately dying of a morphine OD is ultimately way more comfortable and dignified than dying of dementia. So instead, I told him that I forgot I told them the wrong dosage and that he did nothing wrong and everything was fine here. Relief washed over his face and he settled back into the lovely caregiver he was. I documented Mrs. Horace's death as an intended natural death. Nothing to see here. To this day, I don't regret that decision. Rest in peace, Mrs. Horace. Thank you for your story, Snook. They help relieve the stress of my day. And I just have to say or just I guess ask a quick question. It's like, did you not think this was suspicious in any way? I mean, like you don't think that this son, the caregiver, you know, intended to, you know, kill his mother. Because like you said, he did ten times the dosage and on the phone, he read it back where he set it back to you. He's like one milliliter of morphine and you confirmed it. And like is I assume there's not any sort of, you know, suspicion in your mind that this was ill intended and I don't want to say this son killed his mother on purpose, but, you know, for the way he reacted when you showed him the vile and you asked him about it. But I think that's pretty telling. But I could be reading this wrong, but what do you guys think watching this video? Do you think, you know, the viewer here who submitted this story was a little bit too light on this Sun instead of reporting it? I kind of feel like he killed his mom in a way. I mean, doing 10 times the dosage recommended, like, could have been an accident? Maybe. But he confirmed it's multiple times that it was one milliliter. And also his reaction. I don't know, seems very strange, but I'm very curious on what you guys think. And before we move on to the next one, I just want to let you guys know about my Patreon. Every week I post a bonus video where I read some of the wildest, most explicit confessions I've ever gotten from fans, along with some of the most disgusting and disturbing Reddit threads that I can't put on YouTube. You also get early access and ad-free videos, plus a Patreon-only live stream every Thursday at 8 p.m. EST where I talk with you guys and read stories live. It's all just $5 a month, so a great deal. So if that sounds interesting, check out the link in the description and the pinned comment. I would love to see you over there. I'm married to my beautiful wife and my adult video addiction is causing me to have intimate fantasies about men. Hello, Snook. I've been watching your videos for the better part of the year. I work early mornings behind a cash register and listen to your content daily. I am a 25 year old man, and I've very recently come to terms with the fact that I am bisexual. This is something I've struggled with for my entire life. My family is predominantly Christian and has raised me in the church. But early in my childhood, I somehow found access to the unadulterated internet. One thing leads to another and I'm deeply addicted to adult videos until this day. I can't even go more than a week without consuming some sort of medium. There are even some days where my wife would work 10 to 12 hours, and I would spend almost all that time, jerkin, it, and consuming adult videos. My interests blossom over time, but I always gravitated back to gay videos, lesbian as well. Sometimes only consuming those of her months and not watching any heterosexual content. My wife has begun to notice my addiction, and started to ask me what I do in free time as I neglect my two cats, and don't feed them for days while she is working. And I won't even clean their litter box for sometimes a week at a time. I know it's deplorable at best and that I need help, but I can't stop. I fear that sooner or later she will find out and leave me. But I can't go to her because I'm deeply afraid she will reject me for my sexuality. I guess I'm doomed for a life of a sick loser. And I don't think you're doomed for a life as a sick loser at all, but in order to, you know, avoid that and you have to seek professional help. You have a severe addiction to these adult videos. And the only way to, you know, get out of this cycle, this vicious cycle is to seek professional help and try to find someone who specializes in adult video addiction. I mean, adult video addiction is one of the most common addictions there is. So you are not alone in suffering this way. And I think in order to, you know, feel comfortable enough to speak to your wife about your bisexuality, I think you'd be, you know, useful to talk to a therapist or something. They would help guide you on how to approach this whole thing. But first we need to, I think you need to, you know, stop the stop watching the adult videos. I mean, obviously it's taken a massive toll on your life. You're neglecting your cats, you're neglecting your house, you're neglecting the litter box and all that sort of stuff in your duties within the house. And so I really think you should, you know, see professional help. Which I understand is a lot easier said than done. It takes a lot of guts to go out and, you know, talk to someone about this because, you know, it's embarrassing. No one wants to talk about it. But I think in order to, you know, start progressing your life forward and recovering, you really have to seek some professional help. I wish you the best. And you're not alone in this, I mean, I just looked up what percent of men watch adult videos and 58% of US adults report watching adult content at some point in their lives. And so you're not alone in this, I mean, you know, nearly 60% of US adults watch it. So you're not alone and someone will be able to help you. I sent my ex friend's mom her intimate tapes and got her expelled from school. Now she's homeless and on drugs. This is going to be a long one. So I had a friend. We are friends from first grade until about halfway through our junior year of high school. So basically we grew up together. Let's call her Mia. We were always really, really close. We always went to the same schools were always in the same classes. And we are pretty much inseparable. I probably love this girl more than I love some people who were actually blood related to me just to give you an idea of how close we were during our sophomore year of high school. We got matching tattoos on our hands to little butterflies positioned so that whenever we held hands, the butterflies kind of matched up with each other. That's how serious our friendship was to me. About two weeks into our junior year, around late 2022, I moved to a new state. Around that same time I started talking long distance to a boy from my school back in my hometown. Let's call him J. Mind you, Mia still went to school with him. I was living out of state at this point so me and J mostly talked over the phone and texted. We talked for maybe five months, but we never actually got into a relationship. Eventually, I found he was messing with other girls who went to our school back home, so that ship sailed. Me and him completely stopped talking. Even though I lived out of state, I still visited my hometown pretty often because of my mom's job. And we still kept our house there. Whenever we visited, we stayed at our old house. At April of 2023, I went back home and was able to visit my old school. The school wasn't really strict about visitors, so I basically spent the entire day there, like I was still a student. Me and Mia spent the whole day together. At some point, I saw Jay walking past us. I hadn't seen him in person in a while, and I told Mia something along the lines of, "He looks even better than last time I saw him. He's so fine I'd probably mess with him again." I just wouldn't take him seriously. I wasn't being that serious. I was just a little dumbfounded by how good he looked. Mia literally encouraged it. She was like, "He does look good. Y'all would look so good together. You should just don't take him seriously because he's an F-boy." And that was it. I didn't start talking to him again, but I didn't reach out to him. It was literally just something I said in the moment and eventually I went back home. Now, a little backstory about Mia. Once we got into high school, she became kind of fast and hot in the ass. She was known for doing intimate stuff at school or leaving campus to meet up with boys and then coming back. Her family, however, knew a completely different version of her. Her mom was heavy into Christianity, hosting Bible studies at the house to have a Christian. She didn't like Mia wearing certain clothes. She was strict about what she could do and they didn't have the best relationship. Mia was rebellious, but her mom had no idea the extent as to who her daughter really was. But her mom would take her phone and go through it pretty often. So Mia knew how to clear out and delete things so her mom wouldn't know who she was for real. Anyway, back to the story. I'd gone back to the state I moved to and one day I was just sitting there doing homework after school when I got a phone call from Mia. She asked me to log into her Instagram and log every other device out of the account so that when her mom went through her phone, she wouldn't be able to get into Mia's Instagram and read her DMs. Apparently, her mom had taken her phone and kicked her out. So Mia ran to her grandmother's house and called me from her grandma's house phone. She gave me her Instagram username and password and told me to call the number back once I was finished. Before I logged in, I genuinely had no intention of snooping through her stuff. But the very first conversation sitting at the top of her DMs was Jay. I'm sorry, but I'm seeing a dude I used to talk to sitting at the top of my closest friend's messages. Of course I got curious, so I clicked it. Immediately, everything was just intimate. I started scrolling up and reading, apparently she had originally been buying weed from him. After she got it, he asked if she wanted to smoke with him. She asked him if he knew me. He told her yes and said that me and him used to talk. She responded, saying that she didn't think I'd be comfortable with the two of them smoking together. J basically said, "Okay, he didn't know and left it alone." Those messages were from April 1st. Remember, I was in my hometown from the end of March until April 3rd. Then I saw more messages starting right after I left. She messaged him, basically telling him that she thought he was fine, wanted to mess with him, and that it didn't have to be anything serious. He asked her, "What about your friend, meaning me?" She asked if me and him had ever actually been anything serious. He told her, "No, that we mostly talked on the phone and texted a lot." Her response was basically, "Well, from there they agreed. They were on the same type of time." And she started talking about needing a sneaky link because she had been celibate for too long. My heart fell to my ass. Me and this girl had never had issues when it came to guys. Ever. How could my best friend break girl code like that? At the same time, I wasn't completely heartbroken over Jay because by then I was talking to the guy who would eventually become my boyfriend. I really didn't care that much about Jay anymore, but in the back of my mind I was still thinking. There was no way my best friend just did this, especially after standing next to me while I talked about how good he looked and encouraged me to go back to him. I decided I wasn't going to say anything. I kept reading and some more messages about them meeting up and enjoying whatever they had going on. I left it alone. I did what she originally asked me to do and logged her account out of the other devices. But something in me kept saying there was more. I know I shouldn't have done it, but after logging out, I logged back into her account. This time I searched my name in her DMs. And that is the moment my entire world view came crashing down. There were years worth of messages about me. Not months, years. Messages going all the way back to fourth and fifth grade. This girl hated me. She talked about how I looked. She exaggerated situations I privately told her about my life. She was telling my business to other girls I knew. Girls who had smiled in my face for years. They even had a group chat where they regularly talked about me. I started seeing rumors about myself from seventh and eighth grade that weren't true. Rumors that at the time, Mia had pretended to help me figure out who started. Hold time, it was her. Fake pages that would randomly come bother me and pick on me for seemingly no reason. Her. She was literally bragging to these girls about secretly antagonizing me. I was absolutely dumbfounded. I broke down. It wasn't even about Jane anymore. How do you process finding out that the person you considered your closest friend had secretly presented you for basically your entire friendship? We had matching tattoos. We grew up together. We were inseparable. I loved this girl like family. In the entire time, she was going behind my back, laughing at me, spreading my business, creating rumors about me, helping people bully me and then turning around and comforting me when I was hurt by the very things she was causing. I genuinely could not comprehend what I was reading. I screen-shotted everything. I searched everything containing my name on her page. It felt like I was discovering that I had been getting bullied by my own best friend my entire childhood and just never knew who the bully was. I didn't confront her. She started calling me from a grandmother's phone, probably trying to ask if I finished logging everything out. I didn't answer. I blocked the number. And I ghosted her. Eventually, some time passed. She got her Instagram back and apparently was back at her mom's house. We still followed each other, but I completely stopped speaking to her and never explained why. Now, here's where things started getting messy. A guy I knew from my old school came to me and told me about something Mia told him. Someone about me that only she knew. Immediately I'm thinking WTF? Nobody knew that except her. That's when I decided to get a little petty. I had a spam page on Instagram where I would post random photo dumps, pictures of myself, the sky, trees, literally anything. And one of those dumps included a screenshot of some of the messages I had found between Mia and the other girls talking about me. She didn't respond directly, but I know she saw it. Instead, she made an Instagram post saying something along the lines of, "I don't care what anybody thinks of me. I've grown out of my fake ways." I ignored it. Eventually, I don't remember exactly how, but Mia and her finally ended up having a conversation about everything. At this point, I had almost completely forgotten about Jay. Everything I was angry about centered around how fake she had been throughout our entire friendship. She apologized. She told me she had always been jealous of me. Jealous of the support system I had. Jealous of how close I was with my family. Jealous of how I looked. Jealous of my life. She basically admitted that she wanted to be me. Her excuse for Jay was that she didn't think I would care because I seemed happy with the new guy I was talking to. We actually had a heartfelt conversation. I definitely ridiculed her some, but for the most part, I just expressed how deeply everything hurt me. She apologized and told me that I was the best friend anybody could ever ask for. She knew she ruined everything, and that she was sorry. Eventually, we left it alone. But then I started noticing little slick things she would post on Instagram. Then the same guy who had previously mentioned something about my private business came back to me again with something else about myself that I had only ever told Mia. This is the part where I can admit I was wrong. I got mad and told him something private about her too. I could have handled that completely different. I know that now, but please keep in mind that all of this was happening when I was around 16 and 17 years old. I'm 20 now, so I don't remember every single detail perfectly. And I definitely don't agree with every decision I made back then. Eventually, an anonymous Instagram page popped up and started posting stuff about people from our school. The page started posting messages that were supposedly anonymous, but I knew the ones about me were coming from Mia. It was all kinds of BS. Most of it was straight up lies. She was claiming I had been pregnant in 8th grade and didn't know who the father was, that I was bleaching my skin, that I was doing intimate things at a young age. None of it was true. She was tarnishing my reputation at a school. I didn't even go to anymore, but everyone still knew me. She was claiming I wanted to fight girls over a boy, which caused those girls to start unnecessary beef with me because they genuinely believed I had some type of animosity toward them. People were texting me and sending me screenshots. I could not believe she was doing this. A few days passed and the page was still antagonizing me. Eventually, some old friends from the school told me the principal had found out about the page and said that if they figured out who created it, the person would be expelled. Minds you, all of this was happening in my hometown while I was still living out of state. I had nothing to do with that school anymore, but the page was mainly targeting me. I knew it was her, and I knew how to prove it. I went to the Instagram's login page, piped in the fake page's username and clicked, forgot password. The recovery information popped up. It was hers. I screenshot it and sent it to the principal. By this point, we were seniors. Yes, this beef had dragged on for that long. The principal saw my message and not long after that, I found out Mia had been expelled. I was thrilled. I was genuinely happy knowing she wasn't going to graduate with everybody else because of something I had exposed. She wasn't able to get into another school, so she just didn't graduate. No diploma. And at the time, I was happy about it. More time passed, and eventually we ended up bickering again. I honestly don't even remember what started it anymore because by then, us randomly going back and forth had become normal. But it was always bad. This time, she started posting about supposedly exposing a explicit video of me. There was no video. But she started publicly describing my body and making things up. I've always been on the chubby your side, so even though I knew she was lying, it was still embarrassing because I knew people would believe her. By this point, her relationship with her mom had gotten even worse. After she was expelled, she became even more rebellious. And her mom couldn't really control her anymore. Mia's sister also went to my old school and started my cousin. They were both sophomores. Eventually, Mia's sister started picking on my cousin. My cousin wasn't having it. They fought, and my cousin beat her up. Apparently, my cousin hadn't even. and been telling me that Mia's sister had been bothering her. That was when something in me snapped. Now your sister is messing with my family too. I had had enough. Mia and Mia had once been so close that she trusted me with extremely private intimate videos of herself. It was about seven videos with all different guys. They were extremely explicit. They had handcuffs and mouth gags. It was absurd to say this was a younger girl. I still had them. I wasn't going to post them publicly, but I still had her mom's number. What I did next was completely out of character for me, but at the same time I was furious. I sent the videos to her mom. I also sent her mom screenshots of Mia talking badly about her, telling me private family business and saying horrible things about her. Mia had been smoking weed since she was very young. Her mom didn't know that at the time, and when she eventually found out and would take it and flush it, Mia would come to me furious and say horrible things about her mom. I sent those messages too. There was also an extremely serious situation from when we were around 15. Mia had gotten involved with a 22 year old man. From what she originally told me, he approached her while she was walking home from school. They started talking and eventually she began having intimacy with him. She would tell me about it and talk about hoping he would give her money. At one point, she even told them that if he didn't start giving her money, she was going to report him and say he are worded her. Eventually, she tried to ghost him. That's when everything got scary. He found her mom's name and phone number and threat to anonymously send her mom private videos and pictures of Mia. He already knew where she lived because he had picked her up before. He started sending her pictures of her house in our school. Basically, letting her know he knew exactly where she was. He used the threat of exposing her to a strict mother to force her to continue seeing him. Whenever stupid decisions she had made beforehand, at that point, I genuinely believed my friend was in danger. One day, he was waiting outside the school for her. I made her come to my house. Her mom had already told her she couldn't, but nobody knew what was happening except me, and I was terrified something was going to happen to her. Eventually, the situation took such a mental toll on her that she confessed to a school counselor. She changed parts of the story when she told it. She told the counselor that the man had held her at gunpoint, forced her into his car, are worded her and was now stalking her. She begged the counselor not to tell her mom. The counselor told her mom anyway. Her mom took it extremely seriously and contacted the police. I even had to speak to her mom and the police because Mia had told them about me making her stay at my house to get away from him. They tried to find the man, but as far as I know, they never did. He disappeared. We eventually stopped talking about him. And I honestly don't know what happened with the police investigation. But Mia's mom was terrified for her daughter after that. She started treating Mia differently because she was genuinely believed her daughter had survived this horrifying situation. Even our later fallout, I sent her mom the old messages Mia had sent me about the man. Everything. Her mom was mortified. She tried calling me. I blocked her. She tried contacting my mom. I took my mom's phone and blocked her there too. Eventually, I got a call from a random number. It was Mia's mom. She was yelling at me. Growing up, her mom loved me and I had always respected her. Looking back, I genuinely feel horrible for involving her in a situation that was between me and her daughter. She was screaming and crying about the disruption I had caused in their family. Then she said something that completely set me off. I know you're mad over a boy. Pause. A boy? She thought all of this was over a boy? By then, I had damn near forgotten Jay existed. This wasn't about Jay anymore. This was about finding out that somebody I considered my sister had secretly hated me throughout almost our entire friendship. This was about looking down at the matching tattoo on my hand and being permanently reminded of someone who spent years secretly hurting me. This was about all the times I cried to Mia about things going wrong in my life, only to later find out that she had been laughing at me and telling other people everything I trusted her with. This was about the rumors, the fake pages, the bullying, the humiliation, the fact that she would secretly antagonize me and then stand beside me pretending to help me figure out who was doing it. I had forgotten about the damn boy, so I blew up. I started yelling and cussing at her mom and finally told her everything. For whatever reason, she didn't really seem to believe me. Instead, she started yelling back about how I had ruined her family and how disturbing it had been to see and read everything I sent her and how much Mia loved me and that she couldn't believe I was doing this and that Mia had cried when I told her I was moving. She told me that she and Mia had gotten into a huge fight and that she had kicked me out. Apparently, Mia had been living out on the streets. Her mom just started pouring her heart out to me and I felt horrible. Not necessarily for Mia at the time but for her mom. I felt horrible knowing I had caused that woman so much distress, but as evil as this sounds, another part of me was pleased to hear that Mia's life had been turned upside down. In my teenage mind, I felt like she deserved it. I felt like after years of secretly hurting me, she was finally feeling some of what she had put me through. All of this happened between 2022 and 2024. I'm 20 now, so was Mia. My life moved on. I graduated high school out of state. I eventually came back to my hometown, graduated from cosmetology school and became self-employed. I'm financially stable, I live with my boyfriend of almost four years. We have a house together and overall I have a good life. A few months ago, I randomly got a text. I knew it was Mia because her full name showed up through iCloud. It said, "Hey, my reply'd high." Then she said, "I feel like our beef was weird." Bitch, what? The second I read that, I felt all the anger come right back. I wanted to send her a voice message and cussed around from A to Z, but I didn't. I just replied, "It may have went too far." She said, "My bad for my part." "Excuse me. My bad?" After everything that happened between us, all you have to say is, "My bad." I was so angry all over again that I literally had tears in my eyes, but I still decided I wasn't re-opening that door. I didn't respond. Then she texted again, "If you ever want to go out to eat or something, let me know." I still didn't respond. That was the last time we spoke. Then recently about a week ago, I saw that she was being exposed online for allegedly scamming people and being extremely high while servicing clients. She does hair and somebody recorded her nodding off while doing someone's hair. My God. She looked like a completely different person. Her skin looked darker and grayish. She had lost an extreme amount of weight. Her eyes looked sunken in. Her hair looked like a mess. I genuinely couldn't not believe my eyes. Then other things started coming out about her. My cousin told me she apparently sells her body now. That she's homeless and addicted to crystal. As apparently, she sold her body to one of my cousin's friends, and she offered him crystal and was genuinely tweaking. I don't know how much of that is true, so I'm not going to state it like it's a fact. But I'm going to be completely transparent about something that probably doesn't make me sound like a good person. Hearing that she was doing horribly in life gave me satisfaction. A lot of satisfaction. And I know that's effed up. I know I'm 20 years old now and I'm old enough to look back at this situation and recognize that neither one of us handled everything correctly. There are things I did out of anger that I would never do today. There are people I involved who didn't deserve to be involved. There were moments where I stopped trying to protect myself and started actively trying to hurt her back. I can admit that. At some point, it stopped being about defending myself. I wanted revenge. I wanted her to hurt. And at 16 and 17, I genuinely felt justified because in my mind, anything I did to her could never compare to finding out that somebody I loved since childhood had secretly been one of the biggest sources of pain in my life. But being older now, I understand something about myself that I didn't understand then. I love people hard. When I genuinely love somebody, whether that's a friend, family member or relationship, I give them a very soft version of me. I'm loyal. I'm protective. I care deeply. I trust them with parts of myself that everybody doesn't get access to. And because of that, betrayal does something completely different to me. I'd like to consider myself a very gentle and loving person. I genuinely believe I'm one of the kindest and most genuine people somebody could have in their life. But I've also realized that some of those same qualities have another side. Because when I feel like somebody has taken that genuine love and played with it, and bearist me, but trade me or intentionally use my softness against me, something in me can turn extremely cold. And when I was younger, that coldness came with revenge. I didn't just want to remove myself from people who hurt me, I wanted them to understand exactly how badly they hurt me by making them hurt too. This is something I've had to reflect on, because Mia absolutely betrayed me. Nothing about me getting older changes what she did. Finding those messages genuinely changed the way I viewed our entire childhood. Imagine having memories with somebody going back to elementary school, only discover that while you were living those memories, thinking that's my best friend. They were going home and talking shit about you. It makes you question which moments were real, which hugs were real, which conversations were real. When I cried to her, was she actually comforting me? Or was she already thinking about who she was going to tell? When we got those tattoos, did that mean to her what it meant to me? Did she ever actually love me? Or did she love being close enough to me to study a life she secretly resented? Those are the parts that hurt me more than Jay ever could have. Jay was just how I accidentally opened the door. What was behind that door of years of realizing that my perception of one of the most important friendships of my childhood was completely different from hers. And I think that is what made me so revenge driven. I couldn't undo it. I couldn't go back to fourth grade and stop trusting her. I couldn't take back every secret I told her. I couldn't erase every time I defended her. I couldn't take back all the love I gave her. I couldn't even look at my own hand without seeing a permanent reminder of someone I no longer recognize. So back then, hurting her felt like the only control I had left. Now I understand that some of the things I did in retaliation crossed lines too. I don't have to pretend I was innocent and everything that happened after I found out. I wasn't. I was hurt, angry, immature and determined to make somebody pay for making me feel stupid for loving them. But I also don't have to rewrite history and pretend that my reaction came out of nowhere. Two things can be true. She betrayed me in a way that completely destroyed our friendship. And I eventually allowed that betrayal to bring out Nugly's out of me too. Maybe that's the biggest thing I took from all of this. I used to think being a good person meant that because my intentions with people were genuine, whatever I did after they hurt me was justified. Now I know that's not true. Somebody hurting me doesn't mean I have to become cooler than them just to prove they picked the wrong person to hurt. Sometimes the consequence really can just be losing access to me. So when me a texted me asking to go out to eat, maybe the younger version of me would have used that as an opportunity to tell her exactly what I thought of her. The version of me now didn't. I left the message unanswered. And even though a part of me still feels satisfaction knowing that life apparently hasn't gone the way she expected, another part of me recognizes how sad this entire story actually is. Because before any of this happened, that really was my girl. At least I thought she was. There was a time where I genuinely pictured us being friends for the rest of our lives. Now we are two completely different adults who haven't truly known each other in years. Carrying completely different versions of that same childhood. I don't forgive everything she did. I'm not interested in rebuilding the friendship. And I'm definitely not going to go out to eat with her. But I also don't want to spend the rest of my life needing her life to be miserable for mine to be good. Because if I'm genuinely happy with the life I've built, eventually that has to be enough. She betrayed me when I loved her with everything in me. I retaliated because I wanted her to feel even a fraction of what I felt. We both took things too far. And now years later, I think the real ending is that there isn't anything left to do. No more exposing, no more arguing, no more revenge, no more trying to make her understand. I can look at that butterfly on my hand and hate what it represents, where I can accept that it represents a version of me that loved somebody genuinely before I knew what they were doing behind my back. That part wasn't fake on my end. And maybe that's the one thing she never actually got to take from me. "Adult video addiction" Hello, Snoke. I've been watching you for almost three months now and I love your videos. I am a guy and I listen to them at work and factory. I was a victim of EPE or early adult video exposure at seven years old. My addiction has gotten worse and worse at the point of me being into some pretty messed-up things, including videos of people being intimate with animals and illegal content involving minors. This is the worst time in my life considering the fact that I'm now paying money for the animal intimate content. The worst part is I enjoy the animal content, but I don't enjoy the other stuff. I think it's gross and disturbing that I watch it and even have access to it. I want to commit S-word due to it and tragically have done messed up things as well. When I was younger, I violated my two younger cousins, both female. I never went past just touching them and I've been through therapy, but obviously it didn't help. Thank you for reading this and I'm sorry it's disgusting. I needed to tell someone even if it's more than just you. Hey Snook, I really enjoy your content. It's gone me into Reddit which I never really knew about previously. Here's my confession. I'm a 48-year-old father of three and I've been with my wife for 19 years. For whatever reason since I was young, I've loved stealing, mostly money. When I was little it would be small amounts for my grandma. She was my best friend. Then when I started my first job when I was 16, I started stealing money from my job. I was a bag boy at a grocery store and the cash shears would give us poles. That meant they had too much cash and had to give it to the office. When I would take it to give to the customer service person, I would slip 50 to 100 dollars in my pocket. I'd do it once a shift for two years. I worked full time so minimum wage was 5 dollars and 15 cents so an extra 50 dollars helped. I would give some to my friends and treat them to lunches off campus. Then when I was 18 and just moved out of my mom's apartment, I got caught. They set me up and as soon as I put $100 in my pocket, I heard my name on the PA system. My stomach dropped. My manager was really cool and said they had suspected me and he told me I was fired. I asked if they were going to tell my mom and he said, "You're 18, aren't you? You're good buddy. You're a man." I asked if I was being arrested and he said no. I just was not allowed into the store anymore. I live across the country from there now but I went back a few times in my 30s knowing everyone from those days were gone. It was weird going back. And when I was around 15, my grandmom married a really wealthy man and they lived in a very wealthy part of the U.S. Once their neighbor was Michael Jordan's mom. My family hated her new husband. Sure, he was rich but he made fun of my mom for being fat. He never wanted my family around because we were poor and he hated that I had tattoos. He would spend all day watching Fox News and ripping on Mexicans. And I hated him as they were some of my best friends and I hate racists. So he was my next mark. When I was in my 20s, I moved to the city and my grandmom lived in and made my way through their mansion and you could seriously go there for a week and no one would see you. I would help my grandma out with chores and just enjoy her company. When I would leave to go to the bathroom, I would go to their safe and huge walking closet. I was more like an apartment and I would just take money. Sometimes $100 and sometimes $5 to $600. He never noticed. Not liking him doesn't make it right. It's my problem. It doesn't justify it. I got pleasure from doing it and having extra money. But just like post-nut clarity, the next day I would feel bad. Funny thing is once she lost her wedding ring and I came over and I asked questions about what she had been doing that day and I found in less than five minutes. I didn't take it. She really had lost it but since I didn't have cataracts, I was able to easily spot it. When I left, I guess his husband tried to convince her that I had taken it, but I never took anything but cash. Her ring was worth $500,000. What the hell would I do with that? So then my grandma dies and no more stealing, right? Nope. I become more of an asshole. I got sick in 2018 and then lost my job in 2022 when I had to go on long term disability. My wife had a serious head injury, followed by seizures, then she got cancer. We could not survive on my long term disability payment, so I started asking my mom for money. She's one of the best people I've ever known. I told her that I needed treatments, which was true, but my insurance covered everything at 100%, since we really had no income. The money she would send me I would use for bills, and then I'd get shit I never needed like in-app purchases and like game I played. I broke her. She's 82 and asked to work because I basically took all of her money. She wanted me to feel better so badly and there's no getting physically better for me. I'm on opioid therapy for the rest of my life. I had a disease that was caught way too late because the disease I have is not native to where I was living, and all the symptoms that mimic things like migraines and lots of other stuff. Occasionally, I'd take cash from a room if I brought my family over, not even because I needed it, just because I'm an asshole. I truly believe that I'm getting what I deserve, that I can never do the things that I once could in that my body is slowly dying. I deserve that. I truly believe in karma and I deserve worse than this. I'm grateful that my three kids are the best humans that I know and I hope when I die that this cycle ends. My father stole for years from a place and got a felony and ended it up homeless and when we found him, he was living in a park. He was the funniest kindest person ever. To this day, people still remember him for his humor. I don't think of myself as a POS. I think I really have great qualities and I've made my share of horrible decisions. I listen to all of these confession videos and a lot of people are way too hard on themselves. Yes, anything that has to do with hurting children, women, and animals is pretty much unforgivable. But the ones where people just made some mistakes, let me just say this. Give yourself some grace, learn to put it behind you. If you cheated on someone, don't let it consume you. If you stole like me, then try to understand why that behavior exists in you. Get therapy, I have a lot. To all the gamblers and addicts, know you are not alone. This world is so hard on everyone. We are not perfect nor should anyone strive for perfection. We are human. We error and that's okay. Give yourself grace and forgive yourself and try to make amends if you can. Thank you, Snoke for reading this, even if it's to yourself. Your young kid who seems to have a right future. I hope you read these confessions and put it in your head not to do what we have done. Stay the course. You're doing a great job for such a young kid. I hope you grabbed a drink or grabbed a snack because this confession was a long one. Peace. I have feelings for my husband's best friend. Hi, Snoke, first, I just wanted to say thank you for your videos. They genuinely helped me get through my long work days, so I figured it was finally time to send in a confession of my own. My confession isn't necessarily the craziest thing in the world, but it's something I desperately needed to get off my chest. We'll call him H. H is basically the whole package, tall, dark and handsome, funny, smart, and very financially stable. Pretty much everything I find attractive. Before I get into it though, I want to make it very clear that I absolutely adore my husband. He is genuinely my best friend. I love being married to him, and I have no desire to leave him. In some context, I'm a bisexual woman and toward the polyamorous end of the spectrum. While my husband is pretty strictly monogamous, he's been somewhat open to the idea of me being with another woman, but absolutely does not want me to be with another man. I knew this before I got married and completely agreed to it, so having these feelings for another man has created a lot of guilt for me. Now, H in my husband have been best friends since elementary school. The three of us have technically known each other since middle school, although I didn't become close with my husband until late in high school. H and I mostly knew each other through mutual friends until my husband and I started dating about seven years ago. Whenever we'd all hang out, I always felt these weird butterflies around H. There was just something. I couldn't tell if it was an attraction or anxiety, so I always convinced myself it was just my anxiety making me feel weird. Then a few years ago, my husband and I broke up for a while. I was on dating apps just trying to meet people, and I happened to come across H's profile. At first, I laughed and decided to like his profile purely as a joke. At the time, matching to someone you knew in real life was more of a "LOL I found you" thing than anything serious, except after I liked his profile and immediately popped up with "it's a match." At first I thought it was just the same thing I was doing as a joke among friends until I realized it was not just on one dating app. He had liked me on all three dating apps I was using. I didn't pursue anything because, obviously, he was my husband's best friend. Even though my husband was my ex at the time, eventually my husband and I got back together and neither H nor I ever acknowledged the dating app situation, but I never completely forgot about it. Over the years, I've also caught H stealing glances at me and sometimes giving me more attention during conversations than even my husband. I always tried to ignore it because I didn't want to read into anything or create a situation that wasn't actually there. Then came New Year's Eve. My husband had another friend visiting from out of town, who we will call E. The four of us, my husband, H, E and I, went to a bar to drink and play pool. I'm decent at pool, but I'm definitely not amazing, especially after a few drinks. My husband and I were on one team while H and E were on the other. As the night went on, I started having more and more trouble with my aim. Eventually H offered to help me, and when I say help, I mean he got behind me, put his arms around me, and put his hands over my to help me aim the pool stick. Think the most stereotypical, rom-com, guide teaches girl how to do something seen imaginable. At the time, I genuinely didn't think anything of it. You can blame my autism, my naivety, or both, but I honestly assumed he was just being helpful. And I looked over at my husband. He was not happy. And E apparently noticed what was happening because he looked at the agent and said, "Bro, why are you making moves on him and his girl like that?" H just laughed it off and didn't say anything. That was the moment everything changed for me. I started replaying all of H's behavior in my head. The looks, the extra attention, the dating apps, and now this. And for the first time, I started wondering if maybe those butterflies I'd been feeling weren't exactly anxiety after all. Fast forward to now, and I genuinely cannot stop thinking about H. I am still completely in love with my husband. I don't want to leave him, and I would never act on these feelings because I respect him in the boundaries we've agreed to in our marriage. But I can't stop wondering what it would be like to be with H. And that thought makes me feel incredibly guilty because I know my husband would never be okay with it. To make things even worse, I recently found out H went on a date with another girl, and I was surprised by how jealous I felt hearing about it, which is not exactly a fun realization to have about your husband's best friend. The strangest part is that H and I don't even talk outside of situations where my husband is there. I've never flirted with him or tried to pursue anything, and I don't intend to. I chose my husband knowing exactly what kind of relationship he wanted, and I intend to respect that. But apparently my brand. brain didn't get the memo. So that's my confession. I love my husband, I'm committed to my marriage, and I'm not going to do anything about these feelings, but I still can't seem to make them go away. I just really needed to get this all out of my head, and off my chest. I slept with my brother's dad at work. Hey Snooks on your last Confessions video and figured I had at least half a dozen stories I would suit. So I figured I'd fling you one. I am a intimate worker. I've been working for over 25 years at this point. I work under decriminalization. It's just like any other business. I pay taxes, and I have the luxury of not having to lie to everyone in my life about my work. I love this job. This industry is probably the only reason I have survived as long as I have. I have a bunch of undiagnosed acronyms and it's too expensive to get assessed. I've never been able to hold down a real job for more than three to five months. I'm not kidding when I say it probably saved my life. I have no problem sharing work stories, but this one. Sivvy, non-intimate industry peoples, people do not get this story. I've always said you will never work as hard in this industry as you do in your first six months to a year. Learning this job is a very steep curve. We have to learn how to adapt to all kinds of bodies, personalities, and one of the biggest is learning to stand up for yourself and enforce boundaries. During the early 90s, I was working at my first brothel. I was definitely still considered the new girl. For context, when clients would come in, they would be shown to the intro room, and we would go in one by one to introduce ourselves and tell them about our service and answer any questions they might have. The receptionist would then go in and ask who they wanted to stay with. They would pay. We'd go upstairs to the room. I should also mention I looked criminally young. I looked like I was a freaking young teenager until I was like 27. So to this day, I do believe all my clients from back then should have their hard drives checked immediately. One day during my first six months, I sold it into the intro room for an intro. I legit do not remember. And the client books me normal kind of dude that would book me generic creep you older guy in his late 60s or so. They all looked familiar by this point. Sometimes I would ask a client's name and they'd said they'd already seen me before. So I just went with it. Any who skipped to me climbing aboard this man in about 30 seconds in. I recognized the tattoos on his arms. I suddenly recall the names I had for these tattoos. Names I'd given them as a small freaking child. Oh my god, this is my brother's dad. Yeah, I had this realization while being free with him. It further hits me that I am in fact the spitting image of my mom. That was likely the reason he booked me. I don't think he ever knew who I was as the time I ever last saw him was when I was like five or so. I didn't think it was smart to react or let him know at all. So I basically got through that half hour and told the receptionist the whole story and that maybe we'll tell him I'm not working here anymore. If he shows up asking for me. Unfortunately back then clients could just call up and book ahead and show up and without seeing him. He was able to book me a second time after that I had to give my regular client a password to use when they tried to book me via phone to prevent a third visit. Not long after that, my bro asked me if my dad could get his dad's info and I lied and said he couldn't. I just didn't want to have any connection for obvious reasons. To this day, it's the only part of this whole thing I feel bad about. However, he has contact with his dad's family and better options to hunt him down. So my crappy feelings are probably about lying to him about asking. It feels wild to me now that this happened. It's probably the most internally cringy stuff I've ever done at work. And that's saying something as one time I saw a guy do some crazy things. I look forward to hearing you sort that line out for YouTube, LOL. Well, I didn't read it for YouTube. Anyways, I think if this sort of thing happened to me now, I would just straight up refuse to see him. That second booking wouldn't have happened. But like I said earlier, enforcing boundaries of one of the hardest things you have to learn fast in this industry. I went from a shy young woman who was regularly walked over to a complete badass who helped to advocate for better laws and social acceptance for intimate workers in my country, despite my inability to act like a normal adult at 40 years old. Anyways, that's one of the very few stories the CIA could never get out of me to my civvy circles, LOL. I stalked a YouTuber into quitting YouTube permanently. Hey, Snook. I love listening to your videos and hearing your commentary on the stories you read. I think it's a great thing that you do to help people get this kind of stuff off their chest and also help listeners not feel so alone. As to be expected, I would like everything here to remain completely anonymous and I will be sharing as few identifying details as possible. I would also like to say that this was a good couple of years ago and I was not only a completely different person back then, but I was also severely mentally ill and did not know how to cope with my issues as much as I do today. I still struggled with my mental health today, but I am a lot better at coping and dealing with things myself and not putting them on other people as much. So basically, I have borderline personality disorder, which means that I am very distant from the majority of people, but get attached to a select few very easily. And when I say attached, I mean attached. My favorite person becomes my whole world and the only thing I can think about. My entire day revolves around seeing them and interacting with them. So this story starts when I was around 12 or 13. I was severely depressed. I also began using the internet more and more often around this time. It was a great distraction from my reality. School sucked, my parents fought all the time, and my mental health was a burden to them that they took every opportunity possible to remind me about. I didn't like myself and was desperate for an escape. So when I started watching YouTube, I felt like it was an outlet for me. I watched gaming YouTubers all the time and started to have a mildly parasocial relationship with them. Then I found another YouTuber whose name I will not say here, but I was blown away by his content. He was witty and funny and super comfortable in front of the camera. He had just under 1000 subscribers at the time and I was shocked. He was so comfortable and chill of a YouTuber. You couldn't even tell that he was new at this. So I started watching him regularly and was always super excited to see what he had uploaded when I came home from school. It was one of the few things keeping me going throughout the day was the idea of coming home and watching his and some other YouTuber's content. I started commenting under all of his videos and he responded to every single one. I would even try to respond back to keep the conversation going, but he always never replied. I even ended up in a video once where he put some of his followers and frequent commenters use their names as the NPC names of a certain video game and allowed you to change the people's names. I was ecstatic about it. I was around 13 or 14 at this point and he was a senior in high school slash a freshman in college. I would like to point out that my obsession with him was not really romantic, although he was quite attractive and funny. I did not really see him that way nor did I think something had happened between us. I just simply enjoyed being a viewer and a fan of his, but I'm not sure if that ever came across that my harassment was not intended to be romantic or hurtful in any way. I was just a mentally ill child at the time. I understand that what I was doing was a little creepy and crossing some boundaries, but I eventually found out what college he was touring and planning to go to and I stalked him a bit. I would look up pictures and had decided that I would move across the country and go to the same college one day too. When he had never really stopped uploading his often, it eventually not at all. I got worried. What if something bad happened to him? So I did something I'm not proud of. I searched up his college's front desk phone number and called it. I asked if he was still enrolled there, but was told that it was private information. that I could not have access to. I even lied and said I was his sister, and it was just worried about him. But they still told me no. I wish I could say that's where things ended, but it's not. I knew that I could not get any more information about him unless he specifically posted something more. So I resulted in commenting under some of his more recent videos to let him know how worried I was. This is the part about this I regret most. This was around the time that my parents divorced, and I felt completely alone in the world. And I so desperately yearned for the life I had before. When I was able to watch his videos and comment on them and interact with him, so I left comment after comment about how worried I was and that I assumed that he died and would never see the comments I left. I poured my heart out in those comments. It was so creepy and cringey and I regret it deeply. Later he eventually took down the videos I commented under and took down a bunch of his older videos too. He would upload a new video every once in a while and out watch it, but he was never consistent with it and I always wondered in the back of my mind if it was because he saw that I viewed it and was still watching him. He now has pretty much every single video of his deleted, and the last time he posted was over three years ago. I deeply, deeply regret being so weird to him and saying some of the things that I did. I hope that he is out there somewhere and is more comfortable with whatever he is doing. And that my creepiness and parasocial relationship I developed with him does not cause any lasting hurt to his well-being. I have thought about reaching out and leaving another comment apologizing, but I don't want to bring up old wounds or be any creepier than I already have been. I know that this isn't the worst thing that has ever been confessed on this channel, but it is one of the worst things I think I've ever done in my life, and it's something I can't talk to anyone about. I also can't really reach out and apologize nor can I ever undo the harm that I caused. I in fact have no idea how hard I even did cause, or if I'm just being so self-centered in thinking that I was even that impactful in his life. I really, really hope I wasn't in any way, and that he forgot about me entirely. Anyway, thank you, Snoke, for taking the time to read this, and if this makes it into a video that you do, and I am open to any criticism you have of me or judgment of my character, I really am a better person now and can handle my problems a little bit better than before. Now, I am not perfect, but I am working on myself more and more every day. I am addicted to watching videos of people dying. Hi, Snoke, if possible, I would like to stay anonymous. I hope you're doing well. I am a big fan of your content and have been following your work for a while now. I completely understand if some of the topics in this message are sensitive or would need to be adjusted to align with YouTube guidelines, but I ultimately decided that I couldn't keep this secret to myself anymore. I have a deep morbid fascination with the dead, serial killers, and videos of people dying. To be clear, it is not an explicit or unnatural traction, rather I am simply fascinated by how the human body works, how the brain functions, and what people experience in their final moments. Because of this, I frequently seek out and watch these types of videos. This has been difficult to navigate because I cannot share this interest with anyone in my life. My partner knows I look up this information, but he cannot stomach watching horror movies or videos of people dying. Furthermore, I am 19 and still live with my family. While they know I want to pursue a career in forensic science to become a corner, I am terrified that if they saw the specific content I look up, it would ruin how they view me. Lately, consuming this content has started to impact how I view the world. I find myself constantly picturing people dying in the worst ways, imagining dead bodies, or envisioning random strangers acting violently toward me with zero intent. Additionally, because some of my favorite videos involve S-word, a subject I deeply connect with due to my own past struggles and multiple personal attempts, I feel a profound sense of mutual understanding with the people in them, but it also isolates me further. I am reached now because this simply isn't a topic I can talk about with anyone around me, without being viewed as incredibly strange or even hostile. Thank you for taking the time to read my message and for creating a space where I feel comfortable sharing this. Best regards. 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