Embarrassment
2020(won) 2021
This isn't about cars this is about how I let my personality get the best of me. I sure let the 2020 pandemic show up in a state that I tried to start fresh in. I knew at the end though my personality is so rare that my own truth hurt the people around me. They have the chose to forgive me, but don't want to see me. I believe that though it was all for the best anyway, I have to move on to better. No one told them not to like black cherries anyway, it had nothing to do with race or fruits anyway. I just have a sour attitude if you're not supporting me, yeah I pretty much said if you're not sucking my nuts and supporting me I will be a sour cherry.
By Darius Cherry4 years ago in Confessions
Beyond These Walls
The woman standing in front of me is my neighbor but she doesn’t know it. She lives in the unit on the other side of my flat’s northwestern corner wall. And as much as I'd like it, we may not actually share a wall at all, just the empty space in between plywood sheets where mice and rat droppings—and hopefully no snakes—might be found.
By Elle Kim4 years ago in Confessions
The Faces Everywhere
As another strain of faces enter my eye sight, all I can think is, wow people really don't understand the meaning of, it's done and over, the jig IS up. A year ago I was living in an environment that I never have before in those circumstances, was it by choice? It would of been if I didn't see the face of my stalker and someone I never ever wanted to experience again and here's why. When the person I thought I knew asked me to live with him, to take some pressure that's not even my choice to carry off my shoulders and focus on my new career path. I was hesitant for obvious reasons, and didn't say yes because of the person I seen in him and the events that followed proved exactly why I didn't say yes.
By I am me Amanda Nissen/Champion4 years ago in Confessions
You Can't Make This Stuff Up: Shenanigans & What Nots
Picture It Omaha, Nebraska 199ish-2000 Interjection: Apparently a lot of ish happened to me in Omaha in the late 90s 🤣, and to think, I lived there until the summer of 2002. how I got there is another story for another blog on another day. Rest assured, that story is also hilarious, because it was presmart phonee, and damn near pre-internet. So yes, there’s a story for that too. 🤦🏻♀️
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Confessions
Self-acceptance
There is no one to scrape you off the freshly painted cement ground when your own inner feelings of turmoil mixed with tornados are being churned and then planted onto the ground. Sometimes, it is best to simply breathe in and close your "window to your soul" or eyes and exhale the sewage of whatever you are feeling at the moment. As for me, the utmost trifling and tantalizing trauma was with the most recent findings in my cervix. Yes, I typed it and said it loud and clear as my moonstone; my cervix was diagnosed positive with abnormal cells or (HPV).
By Aiyan Turley4 years ago in Confessions
Being Honest with Myself
I truly love to write. Nothing fully replaces pen in hand, and a nice unruined notepad you still cherish and try hard for — akin to a new pair of shoes. Sad to say, this entry, as you can see based on my messy handwriting, this notebook has already been deemed "ruined, but still useable." Too much unworthy and messy content written. Still fresh pieces left, so I mustn't waste. A new pad is in my horizon. Puns intended, please God.
By S Emiley McLennan 4 years ago in Confessions
Just Cheryl and loving it
I was watching a rerun of an episode of the television series Leave it to Beaver a few weeks back and something one character said has stuck with me. Wally Cleaver (Tony Dow) had been trying to be friendly to a new kid in town. This teen wore dressy clothing and an oversized trench coat. He held hsi head slightly down and Wally told his dad that this boy was the one everybody wanted to stick out their foot and trip.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Confessions
A Self-Imposed Thanksgiving Day Disaster. Top Story - November 2021.
One of the more frustrating aspects of over-thinking is its tendency to make us do extremely stupid things. I’ve often found myself in situations in which I overthought what should have been a simple decision, but, instead, I got lost in a maelstrom of options ranging from “meh” to “oh hell, I’ll gonna regret that later.”
By Matthew B. Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
An Epic Poop Story
You know that feeling you get when your stomach does that tightening thing. Everything from your lower stomach to your sphincter contracts as your body knows something is desperately trying to rush out. Of course, there are different levels of pressure and pain depending on what you ate, how long ago you ate it, and how long you have been holding off eliminating it.
By S.A. Ozbourne4 years ago in Confessions
