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A Situationship. Content Warning.
October 15th It’s 2 AM. The city outside my window is a sleeping beast, all quiet hum and distant, lonely lights. I can’t sleep. My skin feels too tight, my thoughts too loud. It’s on nights like these that the memories don’t feel like memories at all. They feel like ghosts living just under my ribs, pressing to get out. And tonight, the ghost is him. Aarav.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 数学
It's been forever since I've been on this computer. I have been using my school one too much, I think even past its capacity at times. I really need to double down on this one if anything since I don't feel comfortable about putting my bank info or other personal info that I kept on my personal computer. It might be better to put it on my work computer if anything.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
Letter to the girl at the Falling in Reverse concert in Indy 2025-
To the girl at the Falling in Reverse concert in Indy 2025- I saw the skinny snot that laughed at you as you walked up the stairs minding your own business and excitedly going to catch up to your friend. I’d just walked past her at the bottom of the stairs as I went up to find a spot on the lawn after having just purchased a shirt. I saw her point you out to her boyfriend and they laughed as you walked up. I was just a few steps behind you but you paused when you reached your friend and I kept ascending. I had thought about what I might say to you as I passed but ended up not saying anything, although in my mind, I had already known you were aware of the laughter following you up the steps as I was hearing it clearly myself.
By Sarah Lynn Jones4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 忘れる
I finally have a little bit of time to write here. I try to be lively and talk in the discord for my Japanese club thing, but it is like no one wants to use their Japanese or even just talk, it is weird. I mean I just sort of absentmindedly do it but really, their responses are little to none so I have no idea how to read the room at that point. I guess I just need to focus on finishing my tasks and I guess, I can enjoy talking to Rosa after class.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
Letter to the Child I Used to Be
My dear younger self, If you could read these words, you’d probably smile in disbelief. You’re still there, in your small room, surrounded by toys and enormous dreams, not knowing that the world will change you more than you can imagine. I’m writing this from a future you could never have drawn with your colored pencils — a future where you’ll learn what pain means, but also healing, what it means to lose and to find yourself again.
By Nyku Blondu4 months ago in Confessions
Clarity in the Age of Noise
I used to believe that technology would make life easier. Everything about it seemed to promise more freedom. Faster work, cleaner results, and a kind of precision that would leave human error behind. For a while, I thought progress meant removing everything unpredictable and replacing it with systems that could not fail.
By Jessica Lavrov4 months ago in Confessions
I Was Lost — Until a Voice Called Me Back
I was lost, not just in the sense that I didn’t know where I was going in life, but in the deeper way, where every morning felt like a battle between pretending to be fine and silently falling apart, where dreams faded like smoke and every mirror reflected someone I didn’t recognize anymore, where I kept asking myself what happened to the person who used to believe in possibilities, who once laughed freely, who once thought that everything could be rebuilt with effort and faith, but then time, failures, rejections, and loneliness slowly carved me into someone who only survived days instead of living them, I remember walking through those silent streets after losing my job, with an empty wallet and a heavier heart, trying to convince myself that maybe this was just a phase, maybe something better was waiting, but deep inside I had already started believing that nothing good ever waited for me, and that thought was the scariest because once you stop expecting good things, life starts becoming a gray loop where nothing matters, I spent nights staring at the ceiling listening to the clock tick, thinking about all the people I’d disappointed, all the dreams I’d buried, all the promises I’d broken, I kept scrolling through social media, watching people smile, travel, succeed, while I couldn’t even find the courage to smile at myself, I started avoiding calls, friends, and even family because I didn’t know how to explain that I wasn’t lazy or ungrateful, I was just tired — tired of trying, tired of losing, tired of pretending, and that tiredness slowly turned into silence, until one day, I decided to take a long walk without any direction, just letting my feet decide where to go, the wind was cold, the sky heavy, and for a moment I thought maybe disappearing wouldn’t make a difference to anyone, I reached the edge of a bridge and stood there quietly, not thinking of ending it, but thinking of how easily life can end itself when the soul gives up, and as I stood there lost in my emptiness, my phone rang, it was an unknown number, I almost ignored it but something in me said “pick it up,” and I did, and a soft voice said, “Hello, is this Mark? I don’t know if you remember me, but you once helped me years ago when I was struggling,” and that one line froze me, I couldn’t even remember her name, but she continued, “I just wanted to say thank you, your words back then saved me, and today I’m doing better, and I wanted you to know that you made a difference,” and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe, because while I thought I was nothing, someone out there believed I was the reason they survived, I didn’t know what to say, I just stood there with tears streaming down, realizing that maybe life sends voices when you’re about to quit, voices that remind you who you really are, and sometimes that voice comes from a stranger, a friend, or even from your own heart, whispering, “you still matter,” I walked back home that day not because everything was fixed, but because something inside me had shifted, I started believing again, not in miracles, but in the quiet possibility that healing is real, that hope can be rebuilt brick by brick, that sometimes the smallest kindness we offer returns years later to save us, and from that day, I promised myself to keep walking no matter how lost I felt, because the truth is, no one stays lost forever, not when there’s even one voice left that believes in them, I started writing again, working again, failing again but differently, because now I knew that failure didn’t define me, quitting did, and I wasn’t going to quit anymore, I began appreciating small things — the morning sun on my face, the taste of cheap coffee, the laughter of a stranger, the smell of rain — and slowly life started giving back in small doses, opportunities showed up, new faces appeared, and each time I wanted to give up, I remembered that phone call, that voice, that moment on the bridge when something invisible pulled me back, and I realized maybe that was the universe’s way of saying, “your story isn’t over yet,” and truly, it wasn’t, because each day after that became a new chapter, not perfect, but honest, not bright, but alive, and I think that’s what being found really means — not that everything becomes easy or beautiful, but that you stop walking away from yourself, I started helping others online, sharing small messages of hope without expecting anything, and one day I received a message from someone saying, “your words helped me keep going today,” and I smiled because it felt like life had come full circle, the same way that girl once called me, now I had become that voice for someone else, and that’s when I understood that pain is never wasted, it transforms into purpose if you let it, every wound becomes a whisper of strength, every dark night teaches you how to see light, and every fall teaches you how to rise softer but stronger, I’m still figuring life out, still afraid sometimes, still uncertain, but never lost the way I used to be, because I’ve learned that being lost is sometimes how you get found, that silence can heal louder than noise, and that one small act of kindness — even a simple word — can save someone who’s about to give up, I was lost once, deeply, painfully, completely, until a voice called me back, and now every time I hear someone say they’re done, I tell them this story, not to sound wise or brave, but because I know how it feels to be standing on that bridge wondering if anyone would care, and I want them to know that someone will, maybe not today, maybe not the way they expect, but one day, a voice will reach them too, just like one reached me, and it will remind them that they’re still part of something bigger than pain, bigger than failure, bigger than loneliness, and that’s why I keep moving, writing, breathing, because even if no one sees it, I know that somewhere, my existence could be the voice that calls someone else back from the edge, and that, more than anything, gives my life meaning again.
By DR UMAR FAROOQ4 months ago in Confessions
The Bodybuilder's Dilemma: When Recovery Clashes with a 9-to-5 Job. AI-Generated.
By hassan moaminah The struggle of the dedicated bodybuilder balancing a traditional life and the heroic journey of Captain Garuda are, at their core, two expressions of the same fundamental story: the battle of will against circumstance.
By Hssan Moaminah4 months ago in Confessions
Girlswithlove Review 2025: What’s New, What Works, What Doesn’t. AI-Generated.
While I have been testing different platforms, I came across the article that said Girlswithlove made some updates in 2025. “Interesting”, I thought, and started to dig to see what exactly had changed. And guess what? A lot! Literally, from the design to the functionality changed 180 degrees and turned out, in a better way.
By Tracy Larson4 months ago in Confessions
How Millennials, Gen Z, and Boomers Use Dating Apps Differently. AI-Generated.
Dating has changed dramatically over the past two decades. While once meeting someone relied on chance encounters or introductions through friends, today’s digital landscape has transformed the way people form romantic connections. Dating apps are no longer niche tools; they have become mainstream platforms for finding love, companionship, or casual connections. However, not all generations approach these platforms in the same way. Millennials, Gen Z, and Boomers have distinct attitudes, behaviors, and expectations when it comes to online dating, shaped by cultural experiences, technological familiarity, and lifestyle priorities.
By Tracy Larson4 months ago in Confessions
