Bad habits
"The Receipts Were in the Wings"
Let me tell you about the time I found out my boyfriend was cheating… because he forgot to delete a DoorDash receipt. So I was dating this guy named Darius. Fine, charming, said “Grand Rising” instead of good morning—which should’ve been my first red flag. But whatever, I was in my soft era and decided to give him a chance.
By MessyConfessions9 months ago in Confessions
A Heart Rewritten
I didn't know where to begin, so I started with myself........... Breaking up with someone with whom you wanted to live your whole life feels devastating. I could never love someone the way I loved him and I absolutely mean it. I cannot be that version of me again and I don't want to be either. I am afraid of keeping expectations because it breaks all the time. There is a plus side of not having expectations from anyone because when they do something good for you, you genuinely feel surprised. I can never love that passionately again. It brings out something dark from within me. I have built my emotions in such a way that nothing bothers me anymore. If someone disappears from my life, I won't be that affected. I might miss them but not so much. The things which are out of my hands, better not stress over it.
By Phoenix9 months ago in Confessions
Word of the day: お酒
It is almost the end of Easter, but I am thinking of going to the store and buying some alcohol to get the edge off the whole thing with my brother and grandma. They are very difficult people to be around for long periods of time. They actually weren't that bad today but still having it be longer than an hour is too long.
By Kayla McIntosh9 months ago in Confessions
I Found a Breakup Letter in My Coat Pocket — and It Was Addressed to Me
It had been almost a year since we ended things. No big fight. No dramatic walkout. Just silence. A slow fade-out. Like a movie you keep watching, even when the credits are already rolling.
By Ishaq Ahmadzai 9 months ago in Confessions
"Echoes of the Mind"
The room was quiet, save for the gentle ticking of a clock mounted above the doorway. Soft light spilled through a narrow window, cutting across the white linoleum floor in long, golden streaks. Dr. Elara Venn sat in a sleek gray chair, her fingers curled around a pen that had long since stopped writing. Her eyes were focused on the man seated across from her, his expression vacant, as if he were staring through her and into something far more distant.
By muhammad khalil9 months ago in Confessions
''I ADOPTWD A HOMELESS MAN_THEN HE REVEALED A SECRET THAT CHANGE MY LIFE". AI-Generated.
I never expected my life to change on an ordinary Tuesday evening. It was late, and the streets were almost empty as I walked home from work, the chill in the air biting through my coat. As I turned onto a quiet street near my apartment, I saw him—a man sitting alone on a worn-out blanket, clutching a cardboard sign that read, "Hungry. Not hopeless."
By suliman umar9 months ago in Confessions
The Dangerous Lover
(Dark Romance - Part 7) "This is what true love really is, Neela. This is what a sacred relationship looks like. The fact that you still feel this way proves that you were truly Shraban's wife. And from what I’ve seen, that boy loves you madly," said Neela’s mother.
By Sabiha Sums9 months ago in Confessions
Journey Becomeing You
Becoming the Best Version of Yourself: The Journey of Becoming You It all began on a rainy Tuesday. Jason sat in his car outside the office, engine off, windshield wipers squeaking across glass that didn’t need wiping anymore. He stared at the steering wheel like it held answers. His fingers gripped it loosely, not out of stress, but confusion. Exhaustion. A hollow kind of questioning.
By Gabriela Tone10 months ago in Confessions
The Things We Bow To
"The Things We Bow To" — A Story About Idolatry Long ago, in a sun-scorched land, temples towered over the hills like monuments to forgotten truths. People came from all directions—merchants, mothers, shepherds, soldiers—each bringing something to offer. They laid their sacrifices before carved statues with eyes that never blinked and mouths that never spoke. Some were made of gold, others of wood or stone, each one shaped to represent power, beauty, love, or strength.
By Gabriela Tone10 months ago in Confessions
The Silent Epidemic: A Story of Strength Amidst Struggle Among Australian African Women
Mental health is very difficult illness and complicated, different aspect of well-being that often goes unspoken, especially in communities battling invisible barriers. In Australia, the mental health crisis is becoming a glaring reality that no longer permits silence. Among its many population groups, women, particularly women of African origin carry an unrelenting weight on their shoulders, balancing societal expectations, professional obligations, and cultural responsibilities. It is a reality that reveals itself in private moments of quiet despair, yet echoes through households, families, and entire communities. Why, then, is this silent epidemic so pervasive? And more importantly, how can these women and the communities around them begin to shift the narrative?
By Majok Wutchok10 months ago in Confessions
Between Smecta and a Portrait of Him
I’ve had diarrhea for four days. That’s where this starts. I thought it was over, so I pushed my luck—three coffees in one day, comfort food like I hadn’t tasted in weeks. But no, it wasn’t over. My body reminded me the way it always does when I try to sprint through fatigue, or emotions, or limits I pretend I don’t have.
By Lola Sense10 months ago in Confessions
