Family
I Found My Sister’s Diary After She Left:. AI-Generated.
My sister left without pronouncing good-bye. No word. No textual content. No fight. just long past. It changed into a Tuesday morning once I observed. Her bedroom door turned into open — huge open, which become unusual. She continually kept it shut, like her own little sanctuary. interior, the bed become made, the closet half-empty, and her favorite hoodie missing from the hook behind the door.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
The Last Voice Mail My Father Left me:. AI-Generated.
I hadn’t spoken to my father in fourteen months. It wasn’t a fight, exactly. just a gradual unraveling. overlooked calls. Unanswered texts. A birthday forgotten. He was constantly remote, however after mom died, he have become a shadow. i ended trying. He stopped showing up.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized My Family Didn’t See Me
I have always loved my family. They are the people I grew up with, shared meals with, celebrated holidays with, and turned to in times of need—or so I thought. But the truth is, I often felt invisible among them, like my presence didn’t matter, like my thoughts, feelings, and dreams were background noise in a house full of voices.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Battle I’ve Been Fighting in Silence
I’ve always been the one who smiles, laughs, and tries to keep life light for everyone around me. From the outside, it looked like I had everything under control. Friends, family, even strangers probably thought I was confident, happy, and “put together.” But behind that smile was a secret—a relentless, invisible battle I never wanted anyone to see: anxiety.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
The Thing I Pretend Doesn’t Bother Me (But Actually Does)
I’ve always prided myself on being easygoing, the type of person who goes with the flow. I laugh off small annoyances, shrug off mistakes, and tell myself that everything is “fine” even when it isn’t. On the surface, it looks like I have it all together. But behind that smile is a truth I rarely admit: I’m tired of pretending that certain things don’t bother me—because they do.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
We Talk All Day Online — But No One Really Connects Anymore
I spend hours every day talking to people — or at least it feels like I do. My phone buzzes with messages, memes, and notifications. Friends send voice notes, group chats explode with opinions, and someone always seems to be typing. But when the screen goes dark, the silence feels heavier than ever.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 劣等生
I already wrote this but it got deleted for some reason. I just want to destress before I have to spend the rest of the day ( literally the rest of the day ) just studying Math and Japanese. Mostly math though since I have that pesky test tomorrow.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
A Veteran Named Ruby. Top Story - November 2025.
What do you get when you take a rough neck from the south and a wild child from the west and put them in the US Navy together? Technically you get me because the rough neck and the wild child are my parents. The wild child is my mother, Ruby Lee Spencer and it was because of her that I learned what impact the US military has on civilian life.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Confessions
echoes of my derangement
have you ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy? well, that's the story of my life. but instead of a nice, neat line, my path got twisted over itself creating echoes from my past into my present. maybe that's just part of growing up, but mine are all laid on top of each other like a mess of fingerprints on the windows of my soul. maybe that's just part of growing up, too, but i think it's probably not. this feels like one of those stories you tell where you think it's normal until everyone is sad at the end.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist2 months ago in Confessions
