Dating
Relapse Once Doesn’t Mean You Start from Zero Again
I relapse many times on my bad habits. I was planning to stop all of my bad habits — smoking, scrolling, and even cornography. It’s still hard for me to stop, and I don’t find a way out. I feel like a failure, and I’m starting to hate myself for doing that.
By Astride Evans2 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
I Went on 57 First Dates Last Year
57 is a big number when it comes to first dates in a single year, but to really understand the magnitude of it, I need to drive home the point that these are all real people, who like you or me, are the main characters in their lives. To that end, here’s a list of names:
By Martin Vidal2 years ago in Confessions
Broken Hearts Fall Silent. Top Story - May 2024.
Attraction can sometimes be a deceptive guide, leading us through a mirage of charm only to leave us stranded in a harsh reality. It's a cruel twist of fate when the dream we chase turns into a nightmare we cannot escape. The realization that we've been deceived by our own feelings is a bitter pill to swallow, leaving us to pick up the pieces of our broken illusions. Yet, it's often through these painful experiences that we grow stronger and learn to see beyond the veil of mere appearances.
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Confessions
Love in the Rain
In the serene town of Kasumi, nestled between rolling hills and verdant forests, there stood a charming cafe known as "Dewdrop Cafe." It was a haven where the aroma of freshly brewed tea mingled with the sweetness of pastries, and where love stories unfolded amidst the gentle patter of raindrops on the window panes. This is where the tale of Haruto Futaro and Urabe Miya began.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Confessions
The reason behind my why
Time and tide wait for no one. Life is a sprinting race of the survival of the fittest, you have to hustle your way to the top. We all have heard this haven't we, while existence is over-commodified and hyper-fixated on the materialistic drawls we achieve and external praise that is showered upon us on striding on the contingencies of the timeline that is presented to us, we often forget living with intent and gratitude for all that we have and run in the rat race of proving our worth and accomplishing what we need to, essentially not even wanting to be a part of this glorified way of living, yet doing so to be validated and accepted as someone worthy. If you have been through this or are going through this, I want to remind you that you are not alone.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Enough
Me and Beverly were hitting way back. Way back when we were just teenagers. She was the finest thing that I ever saw. She was young and beautiful. She was hot and amazing. I wanted her but she just wanted to be friends. Ever since then I dreamed of her. I dreamed of what it would be like to be with her. She was my fantasy. I wanted to be with her for a long very long time. She was dreamy. She had the most beautiful hair. She had the most perfect curves. She was everything a man wanted and everything a man needed. She was enough. Enough period. And I was waiting for my chance. I was dying to get with her. And we caught up from now and then. She told me about her career successes. And I told her about how I wanted to be a doctor then an astronaut then a businessman. We dreamed together. And we met in the exact same place under the stars in the park at night. I drove my new car and I would have it smell like flowers. And I would give her a rose at the end of the night just to say if I can be your man I would. She would just smile over me and call me her friend. We never kissed and we never made out. We just simply enjoyed being with each other. We were like childhood friends. We were best friends and we were secret with our affections. It shocked me when Beverly came out with the fact that she was going out on a date with Trevor. I was totally angry but I knew that I would have to wait it out wait for my time. She was madly in love with him. She was excited to be with him. Most of our conversation was about him and her. And I gave some advice. Then I asked my grandmother, she was still young at heart and she knew more about dating than me and grandma could keep a secret that Mom and Dad could not. I told grandma that I love Beverly and that I wanted to be with her. And she asked me why didn't you tell her? And I said that I was scared and plus grandma she got somebody. And grandma hugged me and held my face with her hands and she said Son you got to know when to try. You got to know that you are enough. Don't read somebody. Don't fool yourself. You know how far you came. You know that you are a man. And that you are man enough. You can be a strong man. You can be a good man. You can be good to any woman. You are enough. You are exactly what she need. Just believe in your heart. And say it with me and I said Enough. And grandma kiss me on the cheek and wipe her lipstick and said That's my baby, he is a man a good man a strong man a smart man and he is good enough for anyone including Beverly. So I waited and waited weeks and weeks. Beverly was happy about her relationship and she did not have much time for me. And I started dating Sarah and Sarah was not bad to look at but she was no Beverly. And it happened that we ran into each other after many dates to Beverly and Trevor. And the situation was odd, Beverly played it off like me. We doubled dated at the State Fair. And that night was awkward. And then Sarah and Trevor caught us staring at a daze at each other. Trevor got lost somewhere and ignored Beverly. And Sarah got sick on one of the rides and wander off. And it was just Beverly and I, and we walk together that night. And we then held hands over the bridge and I would of asked but I did not want the night to end. Then after sometime I asked Beverly are you choosing me. She said Maybe. And I said don't play with my heart Beverly if you want me then want me if you love me then love me. And Beverly lean in and kiss me on the lip then it became passionate the second time. And Trevor caught us and he was threatening to fight. And Beverly said Where were you? Looking at some cheap tail. Eyes roaming, hands touching. I am through with you Trevor and you can kiss this good bye. Trevor resisted and said So you finally got with that geek. I don't care ain't nothing but a chicken wing. Saving for marriage, I had girls who would put out when I put out. Bye. Beverly was gonna fight him but I held her and gently touch her face said He ain't worth it. Look at me you are enough. You are smart. You are beautiful You are damn sexy. You don't need that loser. Enough. She said yeah I am all he needs enough. Sarah never came back that night, she went home because she was sick and I broke up with her. And now I finally got with Beverly and we were taking it slowly after a lifetime of waiting. And she told me she never loved a man the way she loved me.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Confessions
Man Up
What is the purpose of life? We look for partners to share it with, and we desperately pursue empty dreams of hollow chalk. We devote ourselves to blind faiths and call them ‘salvation’ but pay no rendition to our acts. Shame is what we feel when we know we are wrong. When you are sure that whatever unfolded, did so because of you, for good or for bad.
By Writing For Me2 years ago in Confessions
A Silly Story of Affection and Chuckling in Yokohama
In the clamoring city of Yokohama, where the roads are dependably buzzing with the murmur of daily existence, an uncommon romantic tale was blooming — one that would be as loaded up with chuckling as it was with adoration. This is the story of Akabane Shido, an idiosyncratic, thoughtless specialist, and Amane Sara, a harshly toned, sharp barista, whose ways crossed in the most unforeseen of ways.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Confessions
