Embarrassment
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
My Anxiety'
For as long as I can remember, anxiety has been my constant companion. It's like a shadow that follows me everywhere, always lurking in the background, waiting to pounce. Some days it's a gentle hum, a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. Other days it's a full-blown attack, leaving me breathless and paralyzed.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Breaking free from the obsession of work
In our modern society today you have to become obsessed with work for you to go far. Aside from those born in really extreme wealth, the rest of us have to work very hard in order to obtain sufficient wealth to allow us live comfortably or at least how we wish. Some people are contented with having an average life, while others are more concerned with doing all they can to get all they can, this eventually leads us to become workaholics.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
"Prison of Mistakes"
I woke up to the sound of my own screams, drenched in sweat and terror. It was a familiar feeling, one that I had grown accustomed to over the past few months. Every night, I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of horror, reliving the same mistakes over and over again.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Becoming Known
If you ever watch The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, you may have seen the segment where he uses a "highly scientific questionnaire" of 15 life-defining questions to interview his guest celebrities and make them "known" to the world. Those interviews are always fun and I often give my own answers along with the celebrities. Some of them are quite witty and somewhat educational, I think, so I've decided to write them down.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Confessions
The problem with being a nice person. Top Story - May 2024.
Who would have thought that being a nice person could be problematic. The majority of people would tell you that’s what they want to be or at least want those around them to be, but as it turns out, what we want and what we say we want are worlds apart. I won't stress or ramble on about how I would like things to be, but I’ll just analyze why this is, I am not sure either if a solution is even possible.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
How Do You See Yourself?
A Bit About Self-Image Self-image is all the things we notice and feel about ourselves, how we believe others see us, and the way we see ourselves in our best version. In short, it’s about how you see yourself and how you think the world and God see you. And it’s not just about how you look. It’s about all your real and imagined qualities and flaws.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Confessions
Bitter Soup: When Auntie Turned Mean
I was eight years old, and I clutched my spoon tightly. We were having lunch, and I was feeling more anxious than excited about our visit to Aunt Tara’s. I had hoped for warmth and a sense of safety. They were family, after all. Usually, I enjoyed visiting them, but on that day, she managed to turn the atmosphere sour, as if premeditated.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Confessions
"The Shadows of Childhood"
As a child, Sarah was terrified of the dark. She would lie in bed, her heart racing, as the shadows on her wall seemed to come alive. She was convinced that monsters lurked in every corner, waiting to pounce. Her parents would try to reassure her, but the fear was too deep-seated.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
The Day My Phone Betrayed Me
There are moments in life you wish you could erase from everyone's memory, and this was undoubtedly one of those moments for me. It all started on a sunny Wednesday afternoon at my university's bustling cafeteria. The place was packed with students grabbing lunch, chatting, and unwinding between classes. I had just finished a grueling midterm exam and decided to treat myself to a delicious sandwich from my favorite deli counter. With my tray in hand, I scanned the room for a place to sit. That's when I saw my crush, Sarah, sitting with her friends at a nearby table. Summoning all my courage, I decided to sit at the table adjacent to hers, hoping to strike up a conversation.
By Adams Young2 years ago in Confessions
