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A Late Bloomer Part 3
I was in transitional housing waiting on my apartment to be finished. Before that, I was sleeping in my car after losing my job. All this was after Tara. I had moved so many times before so I was ready to call somewhere home finally. I had a cousin nearby and all because of him, I met her. I met Chelle at the end of what was the most difficult and confusing time in my life. She was on time but at the same time, she wasn't. I wasn't ready for anyone else to fall in love with me or vice versa. I had just really let the shit go with Tara. I still do not regret meeting Chelle tho til this day. Let's find out why shall we?
By Slim_Gem165 years ago in Confessions
Who Am I?
I didn’t love myself for a very long time. This went way back to middle school as a young Black girl trying to figure out who she was and how to fit into this world. I never really wasn’t too concerned with my looks in elementary school because a lot of kids weren’t thinking about what they had on, what they looked like or how their hair looked. It was all about seeing their friends and recess. LOL. At least for some I guess. Those were the good old days where we didn’t have to worry about responsibilities or peer pressure. As kids, our job was to just live and focus on being a kid!
By That Riverz Gurl 5 years ago in Confessions
My Big Scooter Crash
The music was loud in the background. But my mind wasn’t on the party. The school was throwing their annual mentor-mentee bash. There were bounce houses, face paint, dunk tank, and much more. It was the most exciting event for those in the junior high.
By Abigail Sulfridge5 years ago in Confessions
MY HIGHSCHOOL JOURNAL part #1
Hi. So I'm here today because I'm sick and tired of keeping everything inside of me. Nobody really wants to know me enough. So I'm going to sit quietly on my favorite couch downstairs in our family room a.k.a the BASEMENT, and talk about myself for a few minutes. This is obviously for nobody, because I wouldn't really want to share anything with anyone. And besides, nobody cares; and I totally understand. People have busy and stressful lives. I do as well. Nobody has time to "understand" me as a person. So here I go phone notebook:
By justalilpeachy 5 years ago in Confessions
When I tried to lie about who I was...
I am very socially awkward. I try very hard to be an extrovert, but in all honesty, I am a complete introvert. If you think I am awkward when I am in a group, you should see when I get hit on. It is like watching a crash; you can’t take your eyes away no matter how bad it looks. So what happens when a socially awkward young woman gets hit on and she freezes like deer in front of headlights? Well, it is an awkward and funny story that borders on me feeling like I am an a-hole.
By A.A.C.5 years ago in Confessions
My Experience With Paid Companionship.
Lights, camera, end. I became so blitzed in my own glamour and fortune, I never thought about the end too suddenly or harshly, until it became a reality. We both wore masks and we both built an illusion, I was surprised it lasted as long as it did. During what I should have known to be our last vacation, he only came to me for a quick fuck and he wouldn’t speak to me like he used to. I sat, watching the seasons change trying to ignore the dissolution feeling he was giving me.
By Ali Ryerse5 years ago in Confessions
our own weird
My dates don’t go as planned. I am an older man in the dating scene so I tend to get dates that are well interesting. One such date I am glad to reflect was very interesting. She wanted to drive herself to the restaurant so I thought "ok" she is independent so I also drove to the restaurant. I go in and find she had picked a table. I went over to see a woman that I did not recognize. She was still nice looking and sweet but heavy just to be nice. All the pictures I had seen where from 10 years ago. But I was a heavy dude myself I was not going to complain about something I have problems with myself. I give the waitress an order for 2 glasses of Merlot.
By Brody Payne5 years ago in Confessions
Whispers of the Swarm
Here I am again, working on yet another day off. Some would say I work way too much or I’m working myself to the bone or I’m a workaholic. Now I’m probably all of those things, but as for me? I always saw it as, another day another dollar in my comfort zone. There was something soothing, almost predictable, about running a restaurant. Maybe because it was too familiar as I had always worked in them.
By Deborah Walker5 years ago in Confessions
