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Destructive thoughts
I am angry. I am angry with myself. I could have and I should have had enough courage to tell someone. I should have been more brave. I should have better protected my siblings.
By Kirsten Wills-Ashlock5 years ago in Confessions
Old pants for new styles.
These are the confessions of a tomboy; a girl who enjoys activities and most especially clothes associated with boys. For several reasons such as comfortability, affordability, and did I mention, they’re comfortable?
By Busi Nkosi5 years ago in Confessions
Sarcasm Means Rending of the Flesh
Writing therapy — because real therapy’s too expensive: Writing requires stripping yourself bare, but remember, sarcasm means “tearing of the flesh” so takes things one step further…
By Angela Volkov5 years ago in Confessions
After watching Guys and Dolls, I felt guilty.....and went in a depressed phase that it reminded me of my high school production version of Guys and Dolls
Last night, I was watching 1955 MGM classic Guys & Dolls on YouTube (it's available free on YouTube) Guys and Dolls (1955) Marlon Brando as Sky Masterson, Jean Simmons as Miss Sarah Brown, Frank Sinatra as Nathan Detroit, and Vivian Blaine as Miss Adelaide
By Gladys W. Muturi5 years ago in Confessions
September 11, 2001
Hit a little different when the prison doors close I had to crease out my fold so it would strengthen my mold Learned death you before most took it a joke
By TRUF_Alchemist5 years ago in Confessions
Me in Abyss
I look at myself at times, but those time are as rare as they are uncomfortable. The sight in the mirror is not a frightening reflection, representing some skewed and obsessive view that I have of myself. Rather, it is simply uncomfortable for me to make eye contact with, well, me. I am not uncomfortable with eye contact, far be it actually, nor am I uncomfortable with the way I look. It is something else entirely.
By Arjen Hulstra5 years ago in Confessions
i could buy a typewriter
“it's something about the feel, y'know?” (i don't know, but i pretend) “mechanical keyboards get close, but, you know, its just not
By Leonard Coseive5 years ago in Confessions
Raising a Worker
I loved playing football. Hitting other men that are obstacles in my way. There is only one thing in my sites. Sacking that quarterback. Just thinking about it makes the hair on my arms stand on its ends. I can think about those moment before the count. All of us heavy breathing, anticipating the snap, before all hell let’s lose. God, I loved it. It’s too bad I didn’t get to play very much. I sometimes wonder what would have or could have been.
By Bastion Whittingfield5 years ago in Confessions
Miss My Tropical Vibe!
Tropical lockdown blues has set in big time for me! I really shouldn't blame it on the pandemic isolation, but there is no denying that ramped up my separation anxiety.
By Linda Beaulieu5 years ago in Confessions
I Fu*ked Who?
When you're 20, and getting set up on a blind date by your best friend, you certainly don't ask too many questions. "Is he cute?" is probably the only thing I was interested in knowing. So, meeting Ross, who was dating my dear friend Sandy and his best friend Mac, who they'd set me up with was....innocent and fun ..everything it should be at that age.
By JennaLee Sanders5 years ago in Confessions
Newbie Nurse
Becoming a nurse isn't something I chose, nursing chose me. Truly, I know how cheesy this may sound, but in all sincerity, I've wanted to become a nurse ever since I was, give or take, four years old. Nursing was introduced to me by my grandmother; she'd been a nurse for most of her life and as she'd share memories of her wild adventures and turmoils, I could see the vivid passion within her eyes. I could see how happy being a nurse had made her and I remember thinking, "I want to be that happy someday."
By Meagan5 years ago in Confessions
COMING OUT
Dear Journal, I know I said see you next week in my last post but I really felt I need some one-on-one time with you today. Here I am in the cold mist of it all sipping on a cup of tea and thinking about my life and how currently i'm caught between a rock and a hard place and whilst I love to keep the suspense going with my readers this one I have to share I’m in desperate need of some advice. When one is not accustomed to expressing themselves the situation I’m in now is where you will end up.
By Jane Doe5 years ago in Confessions