Embarrassment

Two strangers seated side-by-side on a long overnight train ride. Content Warning.
The notebook feels cheap under my fingers, the cardboard cover flimsy. This pen is already starting to skip. But it’s midnight, and the train is a dark serpent sliding through the sleeping countryside, and I can’t sleep. The hum is in my bones. That low, metallic thrumming that feels like being inside a giant, moving creature. It’s the sound of distance being eaten. The sound of leaving.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
The Things We Do in the Dark. Content Warning.
October 12th I saw him again today. It’s stupid, really. The way my body reacts. A full-system reboot from a thirty-second interaction in a coffee line. It’s not even about the words. It’s about the space between them.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
The Day My Mistake Became a Public Spectacle at Work
A Personal Story The office was small — just four desks, each occupied, the sound of keyboards and phones filling the space. I shared it with three colleagues, one woman and two men, each focused on their own tasks. On that week, one of my responsibilities was to make changes in our systems and move them into production so the whole team could keep working smoothly.
By BehindTheDesk4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 一番. Top Story - September 2025.
I finally think I am back to my schedule again but I am so giddy talking to Sebastian today. I know it is because of the weed a little bit but I am enjoying the heck out of it. Some of the enthusiasm might be also because I got the clean bill of health from the doctors and I don't have to worry about dying from an orgasm. Hopefully at least.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 洗濯
I put on pants from the bottom of my laundry basket and they are obviously stinky but I am going to the hospital so I am feeling like I don't really care. I sort of want to put perfume but I am not sure if that is allowed or not. I even worried about the deodorant but I put a little on
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
Unsent, Unforgotten
We all have sentences inside us that were never spoken. Words that sat at the edge of our lips, waiting for courage, waiting for the right time—a time that never came. For me, those words weren’t just sentences. They were an entire letter.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Confessions
Secret Letter. Content Warning.
The fluorescent lights are too bright and they're humming secrets I can't quite catch. My feet are moving before my brain catches up—through the automatic doors, past the reception desk where the woman is staring (she knows something), into the parking lot where the air tastes like metal and fear.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Confessions
My Long Battle with Excessive Sweating — and the 4 Life-Changing Hacks That Finally Worked
I am a 32-year-old man, and for more than a decade I carried a heavy secret that affected almost every part of my life: excessive underarm sweating. It started when I was around twenty, and at first, I thought it was just normal. But as the years went by, it became something that completely shaped my social life, my confidence, and even my career.
By zinat4 months ago in Confessions
Spicy Burrito Bowl
On paper, it was nothing unusual: an al pastor burrito bowl, warm with roasted pork, peppers, rice, and spice. But in the moment, it became something far more than dinner. It became a mirror. A container for the feelings I hadn’t yet named and the questions I was almost afraid to ask.
By The Kind Quill4 months ago in Confessions
10 Things I Learned From Facing Deep Emotional Pain
I write this because my own emotional pain reshaped my life and changed how I make choices today. At first, the hurt felt like a storm that stole my sleep and clouded my thoughts. I traced the triggers—loss, rejection, long stress—and watched how those challenges hit my energy and focus.
By Wilson Igbasi4 months ago in Confessions
My Most Awkward First Date Ever
First dates are supposed to be magical, right? You get dressed up, put on your best smile, and hope sparks fly. Mine, however, turned into the kind of night you only talk about when you’re trying to make people laugh—or when enough time has passed for you to stop cringing at the memory.
By Ian Munene4 months ago in Confessions
Beneath the Old Oak Tree
The farmhouse smelled the same. Dust, wood, and faint traces of the lavender soap our mother used to keep by the sink. It had been five years since I last walked through the creaky front door, and even then, it was only for the funeral.
By noor ul amin4 months ago in Confessions