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The Promise of Tomorrow
Janelle glanced at her phone for the third time to make sure she found the right restaurant. The location was odd- it was nestled among single family homes in a neighborhood full of overgrown oak trees. As she walked up to the patio, she saw the man she presumed was her date. He told her he would be wearing a dark sweater and glasses. Her friend who knew him from work told her he was tall. He was also the only person sitting alone at a table. As she approached, he looked up from his phone and put it in his pocket.
By Casey Russell5 years ago in Confessions
To The Little Girl Who Thinks She Is Broken
To you, The little girl with the wide green eyes, messy dark curls, and a crooked toothed smile. There was a time when you were totally and completely innocent to all the ways that the world and the people in it could hurt you. But that is a time that as an adult, you will not be able to remember. You will try, you will try so awfully hard. But unfortunately, you learned at a young age how the world chews up and spits out anyone even the slightest bit different. You learned that people, even the incredibly young ones, maybe even especially them, can be incredibly cruel for what will feel like no reason at all. And the pain of that cruelty is what will shape you over the years, until you don’t know how to let anything else guide you.
By Kayla Hilyard5 years ago in Confessions
I don't think this is going to work out
So I've been here a couple of months, and when I joined I was honestly led to believe that Vocal had a strong reader base. So when I got few if any readers I just figured it was the same problem I'd had throughout my entire writing career: no matter how professional or how much I hyped it up, I could not pay strangers, family, or friends to read what I wrote. Eventually even my trusty editors became too busy. It wasn't Vocal, it was my continued curse of being the writer who was never read.
By Karalynn Rowley5 years ago in Confessions
Revolting Stories Of Sex And Disgust From A Fly On The Wall
If you have ever seen the show sex sent me to the E.R. then you know emergency rooms are prone to seeing the impossible to believe. Watching the show reminded me of some of the stories that I knew were true and some of the greats that I have heard from other credible sources. For years I was like a "Fly On The Wall," as I got to see, hear, and experience the best, worst, and bizarre of what goes on in some of America's centers of healing.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Confessions
Sometimes its best to take the cr*p
I was thirteen years old and had recently began dating my first girlfriend, it was all going rather swimmingly, and I believed like most thirteen years olds that our love was purer than all others and that this, would last forever. Of course, it was not, and it didn’t last but in that window of time I believed that this was IT. As any thirteen-year-old in love you agree to do anything to preserve your relationship so when my girlfriend contacted me early one morning in a frenzy I agreed to help.
By Spencer Hawken5 years ago in Confessions
How To Be Yours - Self Love
Understanding how to love yourself can be challenging, like a thousand scattered pieces of a puzzle, and just like the scattered pieces of the puzzle, a person must start with what they know. This journey may feel frustrating at times, maybe even impossible or overwhelming but this is where self-compassion comes into play. In one of my favorite songs, “How To Be Yours”, by Chris Renzema, he sings about how he does not know how to love himself but desires to be loved by himself. He refers to himself as an orphan without a home. Every time I listen to this song, it takes me into a mental forest of thought. I resonate with the lyrics because I have experienced many of these emotions. When I began my journey to build my identity I did not know where to start. I asked myself questions such as, “who am I?”,“Where do I belong”, and “Am I worthy?”. Although I have found my identity, songs like these unlock a paradigm shift in the way I see myself and others, creating a desire inside of me to help others understand who they are. From the moment this song begins, I begin my journey through my mental forest where I consume food for thought and wholeheartedly relate to the lyrics.
By Self GDM5 years ago in Confessions
Learning to Love My Blackness.
My parents never really taught me much about what it meant to be Black in the world, specifically what it meant to be Black in America; I grew up in a predominately white church, had (mostly) white friends, was continuously surrounded by white kids in school and overall just never really recognized my own Blackness as a kid.
By dia ☁️5 years ago in Confessions
When Revulsion Eclipses Humiliation
Oh no. I had been lying in bed, savoring that precious few moments before the torment of the third-and-final snooze alarm set in. Following the second, I had been unable to return to the land of slumber, thinking about the day’s busy itinerary; in two hours, we would be on our way to sunny Bermuda.
By Karin Kaltofen5 years ago in Confessions
