Childhood
3 Things I Wish I Had Known 3 Years Ago
That moment when you’ve messed up really bad, and you want to go back in time to fix it. I bet you’ve been there. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), you can’t change the past. You can only learn from it and try not to make the same mistakes again. And that’s how we grow in life.
By Astride Evans2 years ago in Confessions
Jealousy and Love
The sun had just set over the bustling city, casting a warm orange glow over the crowded streets. Amidst the chaos, two people, Alex and Maya, sat on a bench, their hands intertwined as they gazed out at the world around them. They had been together for three years, and their love had only grown stronger with each passing day.
By Mav Erick2 years ago in Confessions
*Normal* Girl, what do you say?
From an early age, I always had such a creative imagination. I could get lost in all of the stories in my head and create different narratives. I spent a lot of my time alone and on my family desktop computer. I wasn't necessarily a loser, but I definitely was NOT cool. I had a broken family from a very early age- at a time where it wasn't so common. I had friends, but I never felt like I fit in with the kids at school (still don't). My mom was a hard working single mother raising 2 girls. We had several live in babysitters from different countries whom I spent a lot of time with because I was still so young. Sylvia was one that stuck around for awhile and essentially helped raise me. She was my best friend growing up. We would cook together, play games and most importantly watch American Idol together. She taught me so much and was always there for me when I needed her. We had so much fun together being silly, and playing in nature- 2 things that still give me joy.
By Carly Catalano2 years ago in Confessions
Gone girl to Goth girl. Content Warning.
The year was 2002, less than a year prior, my entire world was flipped upside down at the age of six years old. My parents were separating and I was moving to a new town with which will soon become my hometown- Wantagh, NY. I started the first grade in a new house, a new town and ultimately a new life with my mother and my sister. I will never forget the moment that i put my copy of "Let go" by Avril Lavigne into my walkman. The opening song Losing Grip plays and in that moment at merely seven years old, I felt a true connection to music. Within an hour of listening to this debut album, i was transcended. At a time where every other girl idolized pop stars like Britney Spears, I started to paint my nails black and wear all black clothes and high top converse. The song "Complicated" became the theme to my life. It was my go to karaoke song as a young girl. It's like i knew something beyond my years and it was my first outlet to express myself. Almost 22 years later, it still very much resonates in an all but similar way.
By Carly Catalano2 years ago in Confessions
What an evil person looks like
Reading through the news, I saw an article which talked about a young man who slaughtered his girlfriend, and instantly I had many questions on my mind. The most obvious question was to know why a person so young would do something so heinous, I wondered to myself why go to such a length and not simply walk away. Cutting the throat of a person requires a certain level of anger and premeditation, you can’t just do such an act out of randomness.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Being a slut, simply because you want to
A b*tch will have many reasons to enter the profession. Mostly because of "circumstances", because of "poverty", because of "tradition"... But for her, she is a whore because she wants to be a whore. Just as simple as that.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Confessions
Smile, girl!!!
Maybe I'm not as beautiful and graceful as other people. I don't have my mother's pretty, coconut-shaped nose, my sister's squinty eyes, or my father's dream height. I'm just a normal girl. If I were to rate my appearance, I wouldn't hesitate to give myself a five.
By HK Decor2 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Words
I understand the power of words...the power in the pen, in the turn of a phrase, a smile and relatively cordial attitude (that is how it is in my head, you understand) can be transformed into a saddening sorry mess of downturned lips and sunken cheeks. Then comes the waterworks. Oh, the Niagara tear falls from the victim of childhood curt cruelty. The weeping on a random Tuesday or Wednesday in January back in the 1980s when I was less grey, more a mop of the darkest untamed brown hair you'd swear was black. I did not have my patented belly hanging down either but had the appetite of a ferocious beast.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
What I Wish I Knew at 20 Instead of 30. AI-Generated.
Life is a journey filled with lessons, and sometimes, the most valuable lessons come a bit too late. As I reflect on my experiences, there are a few things I wish I had known at 20 instead of learning them in my 30s. Here are some insights that could have made my twenties even more fulfilling and productive.
By JRod2 years ago in Confessions
