Childhood
The Secret Addiction I Hid for Years
It’s strange how something can start small—harmless, even—and turn into a storm that quietly takes over your life. My secret addiction wasn’t to alcohol or drugs. There were no empty bottles rolling under the couch or strange white powders in the drawer. What I was addicted to hid behind a screen, behind silence, behind smiles I learned to fake with terrifying skill. For years, no one knew. That was part of the power it had over me.
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Confessions
All My Crushes Ignored Me — Until the One Who Came Back
1. The DM That Shook My Stability I’m 29 now. Life’s solid — decent job in Dubai, my own apartment, a gym routine I pretend to enjoy, and a golden retriever named Chai who thinks every human exists to throw his ball.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Confessions
The Quiet Room
Mira never liked silence, but lately, it was the only sound that kept her company. She lived alone in a small apartment tucked behind a grocery store, where the faint hum of distant traffic used to bring her comfort. But now, even that noise felt like it belonged to another world — one she no longer participated in.
By Rizwan 7 months ago in Confessions
All My Crushes Ignored Me — Until the One Who Came Back
1. The DM That Shook My Stability I’m 29 now. Life’s solid — decent job in Dubai, my own apartment, a gym routine I pretend to enjoy, and a golden retriever named Chai who thinks every human exists to throw his ball.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Confessions
He Was Only Eight. But He Took a Piece of Me With Him.
He was only eight. Just a boy, with curious eyes full of wonder and a smile that could light up the darkest room. But when he left, he took a piece of me with him — a piece I didn’t even know I had to give.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
She Chose Male Validation Over a 13-Year Friendship — And Lied Her Way Through It All
When Loyalty Becomes One-Sided: The Story of a Friendship Torn by Lies, Obsession, and Manipulation For 13 years, I thought I had a best friend. The kind of ride-or-die friendship you’d expect to outlast any crush, breakup, or phase of life. But then came the obsession. Then the lies. Then the betrayal. And I was left realizing that sometimes, the people closest to you can hurt you the most — especially when they crave male attention more than real loyalty.
By sez miguel7 months ago in Confessions
“The Girl Who Collected Sunsets”
When Elara turned twelve, she realized the sun was talking to her. It didn’t speak in sentences or riddles. It spoke in color—bold, unapologetic color. Crimson sighs. Amber laughter. Lavender secrets that slipped behind hills and rooftops. The messages came during the golden hour, and though no one else seemed to notice, Elara listened closely.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Confessions
I Wanted to be a Marine Biologist
I Wanted to Be a Marine Biologist My father has a sister, Debbie. I called her “Aunt Debbie.” Debbie is honestly the nicest person I am blood related to besides my Uncle Bill. Debbie lived in Anderson, Indiana. In her bathroom, her toilet seat covers, shower covers, soap dispensers, and whatever the fuck else you can put in a bathroom were covered in a fish design. I found it so fascinating, the colors, the shapes, and sizes these creatures could come in. I found it beautiful at such a young age. Now, my aunt’s fish addiction went past the bathroom walls. Fish decorations flooded the house—might I add her house was really well furnished for Anderson in the early 2000s—but besides that, she had one betta fish. Honestly forgot the name.
By mark cunningham7 months ago in Confessions
