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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
$h*t Run
I wanted to make up for my poor performance on the first two company “fun” runs. When I was on my first deployment, I had competed in 5ks about once every few months, and even did a 10k whichwas a big deal to me. But all these gains were wiped away by just two weeks of drunken debauchery on Oahu with the Hawaii “souljas” of the 1/487th Hiki No Battalion. Now with my new unit I had dropped out of two runs, and such a disgraceful act was exacerbated by SFC Koch’s speech to 2nd platoon introducing me as a patriot for going back to war so soon. (I was only home three weeks before redeploying on my second voluntary deployment.)
By Jay Robbins5 years ago in Confessions
A Trip to Darryl
As I entered the ramp to the station, nothing seemed amiss. However, as I neared the top of the stairs to the platform traversing the rails from above--I recognized the train was moving rather swiftly for a car that I thought should be sitting still…waiting for my arrival.
By David Case5 years ago in Confessions
Accidental Public Nudity.
Have you ever had a bad dream where you are naked in public? I have not: my bad nightmares usually include being lost inside a building that somehow has turned into a labyrinth. And yet, accidental public nudity is a nightmare that has found me in real life over and over again. Overall, the cringe-worthy moments of my life could be divided into two camps: strange encounters with horny animals and accidental nudity. I'll tell you now of the top three events on each one of those categories.
By Adriana M5 years ago in Confessions
Shocked and Shamed
The town where I grew up had a baseball diamond located about 2 blocks from my house. It was at the top right of what the white people referred to as Ni&&er hill. This is where all the black children for several generations would gather to play softball. I usually walked up to the ball diamond with a group of kids including my 2 brothers, their friends, girls from a nearby family and or my female cousins. One day I recalled that there was going to be a game but had no one to walk with me. My cousins were in the city visiting an aunt and I do not recall where my brothers were.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
I Am Different
It's not easy being plus size. Now, I know what you are probably going to think while reading this. It's not easy being a different race. It's not easy being a different gender. Heck it's not easy being human. I understand all that completely. It's not easy being different. Just being a smidge different than what the norm calls for makes you some sort of weirdo. And then you are made fun of, looked at weird, or shunned. Believe me, I know. But I'm here to tell you that it's not easy being plus size. Because, well, I'm plus size. I've been plus size for as long as I can remember. I've struggled with my weight a lot. You never know when a guy is hitting on you or when he's only talking to you because his friend dared him. Or if he's talking to you because he's "being nice." People don't feel sorry for you. They think it's your fault that you are this size. And maybe it is. But what I do know is that I have a lot of emotions going on in my head. And that's what makes me eat. It's probably what makes a lot of people eat. But I am not speaking for everyone. This is just my experience. But it could be a reason. You want to run from your emotions. And you aren't sure what to do. But all you know is that food is a comfort. And you will always, ALWAYS, run to something that comforts you. It's better to feel comforted in some way than to feel horrible and wallow in that feeling forever.
By Erika Almanzar5 years ago in Confessions
