Bad habits
Rich People are not Better Than You
People have always accused me of sourrounding myself with people than are "beneath" me. I don't see anyone beneath me is what they don't understand. First, there is no caste system in America. Rich people are not better than you. Please understand that if you think differently, that is the result of capitalism. Your productivity does not determine your worth. The biggest scam played on the American public is that working harder will get you somewhere in life. It almost never does. Rich people have connections to make their dreams work. That's truly the only difference between you and them.
By Susan Eileen 3 years ago in Confessions
Unveiling of the Soul
once again, my heart is ripped from my chest. I’m made to look stupid and reliant on this person who completely disregards my feelings, emotions, thoughts. why am I crying about it? Because I can’t believe that a human being can be this heartless. this cold. this insensitive. I feel so deceived, but why am I shocked. i feel so lied to, but isn’t that always the case. I hoped for changed. I was excited for change. I dreamt of a change. For some reason I actually believed in the small, close to impossible chance of a change. A change that would shift everything. Instead, I got what I asked for. I’ve been looking for reason after reason to walk away. I’ve tried and have been unsuccessful. I have recited speeches, and endless lines on what I would say. I have created emotionally vulnerable voice memos in hopes of being able to put all the emotions, energy and vulnerability into the phone, only to never have to deal with it again. Hoping that in some way the phone could swallow up and absorb all of my emotions that are so deeply tied into this situation. That somehow the phone could suck away the hurt, betrayal and lies from within me so I could be free of it all once and for all. Somehow I could put all of this into an item that could be separated from my heart so I could heal and move on. Why does it hurt so bad, you may ask? Because to love and not be loved in return is by far the worse pain of all. To love so deeply and feel nothing but the continuous brutal stabbing of your beating heart, the same one you continue to put into this dead situation - that’s utter pain. it’s unfair. it’s exhausting. it’s…. what words can I even use. I feel like a shell of a shell. My heart pounds, what do I say upon arrival? do I say anything? do I express the pain that eats me up inside? do I act like the shell i have become when it pertains to this situation?
By Dom Dee3 years ago in Confessions
What Should I Write?
Introduction I haven’t written anything about writing and creation recently, and I have been told that I am lazy and my writing is rubbish and I post too much so nobody reads my posts. These have all been put forward as constructive criticism that I should take notice of.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
The Profoundly Knowledgeable
These people are usually very knowledgeable about Roman history, and they know the origin of every crop like the back of their hand, often discussing questions such as "how big were Zheng He's ships when he went to the West" and "in what field will the next technological revolution take place? "I also know a lot about the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, and Dream of the Red Chamber, and I know exactly who committed adultery with whom.
By Jeffrey C Allen3 years ago in Confessions
Are some friends really only meant to stay for a little while?
I have been extremely busy and have lost some motivation to do my online recruiting work! Sometimes I wish I was a mom already and had a husband who would take care of the finances, but also maybe when I have that life, I would crave and miss young Dom who had the freedom to pick up her life and move anywhere she desired.
By Chantel3 years ago in Confessions
Please, Let Me Go
Even though the night was still young, I was already incredibly drunk. Trying to drown the anger, fear, and pain radiating inside of me with cheap tequila and wine coolers. Earlier that day, I had felt so hollow, my emotions echoing inside of me. But their echos became louder and louder, instead of fading like normal echoing would. Normal...why had my life been so very abnormal? Why couldn’t I be like a regular person, a person who doesn’t so consistently make horrible and self-deprecating choices over, and over, and OVER again. Maybe I deserved this...that hours ago, my request for a protective order against my recent ex-boyfriend was denied. After all, I was the one who chose to stay with him for so long, through all the abuse, lies, and constantly being taken advantage of.
By Bre Andi3 years ago in Confessions
ME. Hello.
So... How does one live in my situation? What's my situation and what makes it unique from everyone else's? Not much. I mean how many reading this are on Methadone? Or have several medical issues that truly prevent you from working, yet you can't seem to get disability. But you also feel disability is for losers. Because that's what you were programmed to think. It's for lazy people who don't wanna work. That's what I always thought. Oh, how humbled I have been over the last few years. Lemme explain.
By Coolest Bean 3 years ago in Confessions
Perfectly imperfect me
It’s sad that today people would instead use ignorance or that little block button when confronted with the truth. That they would instead take offense to what is being said instead of seeing the reality of the facts laid before them. When did our world become so broken that a man can not admit his true intentions but would rather shrug it off like it doesn’t even exist? It is true what they say, “ignorance is bliss.” Come on people let us make a change because we all know it takes a real man to admit his sins and it takes an even stronger to confess those sins proudly for all to see…. Here I am I am not perfect, and I never claim to be I make mistakes, but I learn from them I am proud of my sins because without them I would be naïve but with them, I am nothing more than human. I proudly admit my wrongs, I have been hurt just as much as I have hurt others. I am not proud of everything I have done to others, but I am proud of the man they have helped me because each sin I have committed has made me strong from the lessons I learned from there consequences and as I stand before you today I would be nothing without them because without the bad the good would not feel satisfying without guilt you cannot understand pain and without that pain and sadness how can we truly know happiness. I am me flawed yet perfect in my own way. I will always stand for what I Believe in because my pain has taught me strength and my tears have shown me strength. I will always proudly and Undoubtably be me no matter what sins of the future come my way
By J.B. Rage3 years ago in Confessions
A Coffee Lover -- Can't Survive without Coffee during the Day.
Are you coffee lover just like I am? I can’t live without coffee. Coffee is just like my energy drink in the morning and throughout the day. The aroma of coffee when waking up is just as wonderful as a cherry blossom perfume. Coffee is very important for us, Americans.
By Vanessa Taveras 3 years ago in Confessions
what it feels like to be a woman with ADHD
Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) begins in childhood, which is when a lot of individuals are diagnosed. However, the number of adults being diagnosed with ADHD is growing — in particular women that seemed to slip through the cracks earlier in their lives due to an atypical presentation of the disease.
By Shelby smith 💖 3 years ago in Confessions
