Embarrassment
Behind Smiles
Behind Smiles You see her every day. She's the kind of person who makes others feel lighter just by entering the room. Her smile is radiant, her laugh contagious. She remembers birthdays, sends late-night encouragement messages to friends, and cracks jokes even during tense meetings. Everyone calls her "sunshine." She's the one people lean on when things go wrong.
By TrueVocal7 months ago in Confessions
That Time I Locked Myself Out... Again
That Time I Locked Myself Out... Again A True Tale of Keys, Chaos, and Questionable Decisions It was a bright Saturday morning. Birds chirped, the sun beamed, and I was feeling unusually optimistic—mostly because my favorite brand of cereal was finally back in stock and I had no major responsibilities for the day.
By Mahayud Din7 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized I Was Living Someone Else’s Dream
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was living a life that wasn’t mine. It’s funny how we go through the motions of life — school, college, work, relationships — thinking that we’re in control, when really, we’re just ticking boxes someone else handed us. For me, that “someone else” was a mix of society, family expectations, and the invisible pressure to be “successful” — whatever that meant.
By Irfan Khan7 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 願望
I bothered to call my dad from the number I had, not the one given on Facebook but it ended up being a wrong number. I worked myself up over nothing. Maybe it is that side of the family being weird like my mom thought. If they are messing with me for whatever reason like my mom says.
By Kayla McIntosh7 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Finally Stood Up for Myself
I remember the exact moment it happened. I was standing in the living room, phone in hand, heart racing, stomach twisted in knots. I was about to do something I’d spent most of my life avoiding: I was going to stand up for myself.
By Irfan Khan7 months ago in Confessions
“The Empty Chair: The Story We All Live But Rarely Speak Of”
It always starts the same way. The morning light streams in through half-open blinds. The house is quiet, unnervingly so. There's toast left uneaten on a chipped plate, a coffee gone cold, and a single chair—empty.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Confessions







