Bad habits
We’re More Connected Than Ever, But Lonelier Than We’ve Ever Been: A Day in 2025
This morning, I woke up to 134 notifications. Messages from group chats I barely participate in, app updates, news alerts about a wildfire on the other side of the world, and a reminder from a mental health app that I haven’t “checked in” for four days.
By Muhammad Ilyas7 months ago in Confessions
The Community Garden
Leo, a quiet man who found more solace in the soil than in human conversation, spent most of his evenings tending his plot at the community garden. His hands, calloused and earthy, created beauty from barren ground, but his heart remained a tangled mess of unexpressed feelings. For years, he had carried a secret, a small act of betrayal against his childhood friend, Maya, that had festered into a deep-seated regret. He’d never confessed, and the silence between them had grown into an uncomfortable chasm.
By Momin Shah7 months ago in Confessions
The Unsent Letter
Eleanor lived a life meticulously constructed around unspoken truths. Her art, vibrant and expressive, was the only place where her true feelings dared to surface, a stark contrast to the calm, composed exterior she presented to the world. A successful architect, she designed buildings that soared, yet her own emotional foundations felt perpetually shaky, built on a secret she had carried since her youth.
By Momin Shah7 months ago in Confessions
WMYHUSWAH. Content Warning.
Hino. A last name so common it doesn’t register much thought to many people. To me, that last name was my world for five months. Compared to a lifetime, five months may be absolutely nothing, but six years later and here we are writing an essay about it. WMYHUSWAH (What Made You Have Unprotected Sex With A Hino)? The question was originally presented as a lighthearted joke to ease the tension of some horrible past mistakes. It is now a staple to the Goo Goo Dolls song, “Iris.” At first, my chest filled with laughter, but I never thought of an actual answer in a respectful manner. Why did I do it? Let’s travel back to the 2018 Rachel mindset. This man, dare I say his name, my dearest Jonah, was my dark knight wrapped in a cape ready to save the day. My dearest Jonah was a passionate man who expressed interest in the hobbies I really cared about, was a great performer in bed, and foolishly discussed having a future with me.
By Rachie Iris 7 months ago in Confessions
I Found a Hidden Letter in My Husband’s Jacket—What I Read Changed Everything
I’ve always believed truth doesn’t knock politely—it barges in when you least expect it. That’s exactly how I found it: in the dusty inner pocket of my husband’s jacket, buried behind fabric and forgetfulness.
By Zahir Ahmad7 months ago in Confessions
Toxic Friendships: The Truth Behind a Bond That Drained Me
1. When It Felt Like Love in Disguise I met her during my second year of college. She was vibrant, magnetic, the kind of person who could turn a quiet room into a party just by walking in. I was the quieter one, the observer, always watching from the edges. But she pulled me into her world like I belonged there. And honestly, I loved it.
By majid ali7 months ago in Confessions
