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A Friendship I Regret Losing
Ever had a friend who felt like family, only to watch them fade from your life like a song you can’t quite remember? That’s what happened with me and Sarah. Losing her is my biggest regret—not because we had some epic falling out, but because I let life’s chaos steal something irreplaceable. This is the messy, human story of our friendship, and why it still stings to think about.
By Thomas6 months ago in Confessions
A Crush I’ll Never Admit to in Person
Ever had a crush that hits you like a freight train, but you’d rather eat glass than tell them how you feel? That’s me with Alex. He’s the guy who’s got my heart in a chokehold, and I’ll probably go to my grave before I ever fess up. This is the raw, messy tale of a crush that’s as exhilarating as it is gut-wrenching, a secret I carry like a bruise I can’t stop pressing.
By Thomas6 months ago in Confessions
The Rumor That Became My Identity
It started as something small. A passing comment in a crowded hallway, said just loud enough for someone else to hear. At first, I didn’t even notice. I didn’t think anything of it. After all, people talk all the time. About celebrities. About neighbors. About friends.
By Habib king6 months ago in Confessions
Mourning the Life I Could’ve Had While Learning to Embrace the One I’m Meant For
I was watching The Chi. It is a popular television show. Long story short, in one of the episodes, there is a character by the name of Trig. He is the oldest of three boys to a mom who battled with drugs their whole lives. This caused Trig to take an alternative path in life and grow up much sooner then he would have liked. In one of the episodes, the brothers and their mom were all reunited. During a conversation, Trig brought up that he has a savior complex, and that he’s grieving. His mom, looked at him and asked,
By Limmie Eimmil6 months ago in Confessions
My Job Interview Turned Into a Confession Booth
I walked into the sleek office building that morning feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. This wasn’t just any job interview — this was the opportunity I’d been working toward for years. A better salary, a chance to move away from the dead-end roles I’d been stuck in, and a fresh start in a city I barely knew. I had prepared thoroughly: polished my resume, memorized answers to common questions, and rehearsed my introduction until it sounded natural.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Confessions
I Hid My Best Friend’s Affair… Until It Ruined My Marriage
I never imagined that loyalty could come at such a devastating cost. For years, Claire and I were inseparable — best friends who shared everything, from late-night talks about our dreams to the kinds of secrets no one else knew. So when she told me about the affair, I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions — shock, confusion, and a crushing sense of betrayal. But most of all, I was trapped between two impossible choices: protect her secret or protect my own marriage.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Confessions
One Secret Kept My Family Together—Until I Realized It Had Already Torn Us Apart
I used to believe my family was unbreakable. We weren’t perfect, but we had the kind of bond I thought could survive anything—inside jokes at the dinner table, movie nights where no one touched their phones, and an unspoken loyalty that made me proud to belong to them. But on a rainy night in late autumn, that belief was shattered.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Confessions
The Lie That Kept My Family Together
The night it happened, it was raining so hard the gutters overflowed and the street looked like a river. I was 17, sitting on the living room couch with my knees pulled to my chest, pretending to read a book. In reality, I was straining to hear the shouting coming from the kitchen.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Confessions
The Last Song
The café was nearly empty by the time Daniel noticed her. He’d been nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee, pretending to read a paperback while the soft hum of an old record player filled the space. The rain outside turned the city streets into shimmering ribbons of light.
By Amelia6 months ago in Confessions
If i could choose the dream. AI-Generated.
🌙 If I Could Choose the Dream By Haroon The first thing I feel is warmth—not the kind that comes from sunshine but something softer, like being swaddled in a memory. I’m standing in a field of silvergrass. The wind moves through the blades like whispers. The sky overhead is hazy lavender. Dreamlight. That’s what I’ve decided to call this place: dreamlight.
By Muhammad Haroon6 months ago in Confessions
Her Soul is Superimposed on My Soul
I first noticed it at the coffee shop on Bleecker Street, the way my hand moved to order chai when I'd been craving dark roast. The barista—a pierced kid with purple hair—looked at me strangely when I corrected myself, switching back to my usual americano. But as I walked away, I could taste cinnamon and cardamom on my tongue, sweet and warm like a memory that wasn't mine.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Confessions
