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My Diary: The Beginning . Content Warning.
16:36 29-05-2024 spectualar this word may not hold meaning right now but if said in sense it just cant be ignored if i am right,what gives me the right to say so it just you have heard of the freedom to speech likewise okay so cut to this nonsenses lets come to the point i am currently watching 13 reason why cause why not the sense of enjoyment is for what people do it likewise like as a know but there might be some people who just watches and do things just to drive their minds and that what we are talking about now and the first word don't even hold a meaning for now at least and let's move on with our story its was about the diver stating ourselves from what that is different for everyone but still is connect us and this connection are sometime feels very familiar just like the unannounced things for in specific people they come and go sometimes they come at the w=right time and sometimes they go at a very wrong time i don't know why but for sure they does hold meaning for the particular time atleast like this is something stupid i am doing right and i am thinking i might post it too cause Ai content for sure is not getting me the attention i want like i love writing but specifically about me the people are or the things that hold a meaning which is quite meaningful to me that is what i am or where i stand okay i am not proud or something but i guess i am just tired cause i am just a highschool student right or does it now make me sound stupid to you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i might sound stupid but what i said holds a lot meaning i am just writing things as is it a diary page but no one writes thing like this in their diaries for sure. and i don't know where i started and where i am ending . ( just because i mentioned 13 reasons why does not mean i wanna take my life or something no ways i am just tired highschool student afterall) And that word don't have a meaning........
By Candra G2 years ago in Confessions
The Bridge
It was heartbreaking my son JC was diagnosed with an illness. He was a tall boy and he was good at football. He would love playing with his siblings. He was a good son but he just did not always have the right friends at time. But he did not deserve a mental illness that took a toll on the family. Everybody was worried about him especially when he had a mental illness. He was a family issue. He was a sibling issue. He was our issue. And I tried to get his father to be more in his life. Sometimes my husband would be in his life and sometimes he did not have the time. I tried to comfort him but it was not good enough. He wanted and needed his father. He looked up to his father and he wanted to become just like him. JC was a good kid and he never tried to do something wrong. He was a giant among his friends standing at 6 feet and six inches. And he was also fast and smart and talented at sports. But it happened his father said something to him and JC ranaway from home with some friends. And I remember searching all night and day, asking neighbors, and asking family and friends. I was hurt and hurt badly. And I felt that his father could have done more. I did blame his father because I felt that if he was a little bit more compassionate instead of ignoring his son then his son would have never thought to runaway. But it was no use. I begin to cry and pray. I begin to hope and have faith after talking to God. And I had to forgive his father for what he said to our son to make him runaway. And I went by our old high school and there JC was lying on the ground. So I shouted for joy and had tears of joy but JC was hurt. I called his father from off of work and told him to come and said that I called the ambulance. I told him to hurry as he was apologizing and worried. And I held my son in my arms to the best of my ability as he was a huge boy, a giant son. And I tried to tell him it was okay and that I love him. And I tried to sing a song that I sung when he was a toddler and baby. And I begin to sing to comfort him and I prayed to God to save my son. And I kissed my son on the forehead. And he finally woke up saying slowly Mom Mom Mom. I am sorry. My friends tried to take me somewhere but I did not want to go. They weren't friends with me. They were using me. They were just a group of bad friends and they wanted my money and that's when I walk away and they beat me up. And the ambulance begin to put him out on the stretcher and wrap his head. And I told them to be gentle and that's my son and I want to go with him. And his father came with the police. His father hugged me and said he would follow. I rode with my son in the ambulance and I was holding his hand as the first responder was getting his vitals. And about an hour we got to the local hospital. They found that JC was alright and that he had a few broken bones but he was mostly safe physically. And the nurse asked if he had pre-existing conditions. And I asked her what she mean? She gave examples and I said yes. I am sorry but this is so overwhelming for me and my son. I am just glad he is safe. And she said Madame his mental illness may have progressed but he can still live long and get better. And I said Can I just have a minute? I need to refresh my mind. I just need to know my son is okay. And the nurse said he is. And as soon as I left, his father came in the hospital and he was asking me questions but I told him that I was not feeling well and I had to go get ready for the day and that I will be back. And to keep watch over our son. And his father called me and he stood at the hospital for hours and hours. I would call at work to check in on him and promising JC to cook his favorite meals. And eventually his father kept coming for the family for days. The doctors kept him in the hospital because they wanted to make sure he was safe. I was worried about telling the rest of the family about his conditions because I did not want them to react. And I wanted my husband to apologize and connect with his son while I figure out about the family. Then I eventually came back to myself and came to the hospital unexpectedly and caught his father flirting with the nurse. And I don't know if she kissed him or he kissed her, and I flipped. I said Hey Mister. You think you are some hero. You think you are so great. Can't keep your eye on your son for a minute? Busy getting it on with the nurse. And he said I'm sorry I'm sorry Babe I'm sorry. And I walked the other way and found my son's room. And he was up and alert and I said Baby are you feeling better? Momma's here. I just was happy you came back and I wanted your father to watch over you but he has his mind on other things. JC said Dad did take care of me but Mom I would rather have you. And I hugged my son while he was laying in the bed. And his father came in and said we should talk. I have to talk to your mother. And I finally and eventually agreed, I told him to keep his voice down and that our son doesn't need to hear this. And his father said I watched him. I cared for him and you just left. I said you wanna argue about this. I found him. And I was not feeling well. And our son's illness may progress. Who found him? Who cried night and day over him. And you are playing with some fluesy. You are acting like some big man. And he tried to give me flowers. And I took them and said James you are gonna wish you never talk to me that way. I am divorcing you. I don't have to take that. The kids are coming with me. And I am coming after the house and you are gonna pay. And I walked in and said Son Momma have to go. And his father walked away. After my son came home and was feeling well, I kicked his father out of the house by court order, filed for a separation and testified about how I did way more than my husband. And my husband was confident then he held his head down when he lost the divorce. And I said I told you I would get everything, the family, and the marriage. But I won't take everything from you, you still are the father of our kids and I was the bridge and you kept troubling this marriage too long. And I had to take a stand. Bye James but it is not forever just now until you learned to see me for me.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Confessions
The reason behind my why
Time and tide wait for no one. Life is a sprinting race of the survival of the fittest, you have to hustle your way to the top. We all have heard this haven't we, while existence is over-commodified and hyper-fixated on the materialistic drawls we achieve and external praise that is showered upon us on striding on the contingencies of the timeline that is presented to us, we often forget living with intent and gratitude for all that we have and run in the rat race of proving our worth and accomplishing what we need to, essentially not even wanting to be a part of this glorified way of living, yet doing so to be validated and accepted as someone worthy. If you have been through this or are going through this, I want to remind you that you are not alone.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Tying The Knot
Weddings really are a time to be alive. Everyone is a sucker for a ceremony of love in which two people who are soulmates are ready to tie the knot and fortify their love forever. I only started going to weddings just over the course of the past decade of my adult life. For some reason as a kid I never got around to many. I’ve seen many people I love walk down the isle of ever lasting love, but being part of the wedding of my little brother and his better half has definitely been one of my favorites.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Confessions
In Memoriam. Content Warning.
Tomorrow is Monday, but it is a special day: Memorial Day. So many of my friends and acquaintances celebrate having a long weekend and I get it, in our busy society, the days available to be with family and just breath are few and far between.
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 years ago in Confessions
A PHONE CALL
This story is about a 7 year old girl , Pihu and about a phone call which changed her life wholly. Pihu was very jovial , super talented kid and replica of her grandmother. In the search of better livelihood her family shifted to urban area. They were only three of them living in big bunglow. Pihu' s parents were always busy with their office work. They didn't got enough time to play with her or simplysimply to talk good words with her. She felt neglected . She found her parents always indulged in silly verbal fights which being girl at this small age was heavy for her mentally.
By Sabrina2 years ago in Confessions
Her American Sister
It was 1992. She was 17, a high-caste girl from a good family. I was barely 22 and fresh from a liberal arts college in Oregon. In Peace Corps training we learned that Nepalese women are demure, that they laugh quietly and keep their eyes downcast.
By Sabrina2 years ago in Confessions
No Plus One . Top Story - May 2024.
It's nearly one AM and I just got back from my third wedding of the four in this last month alone, and I have always been alone. I hide behind my camera to pretend to be useful, hide behind a safety net of skill set. So I do not have to confront the loneliness that is sleeping alone when everyone else seems to have a partner to crawl into bed with. I love the time spent with those who decided I was worth the 30-plus dollars per plate they decided to spend on me, and I do not need to have a partner on these occasions, but it would be nice to have someone notice, me. See when I am in the corner because they know I need time to recharge and to kiss me on the head until the time has come to leave. Maybe that's the problem about being a professional storyteller, I dream of something that isn't meant for me.
By Rilee Arey2 years ago in Confessions
Launch an Online Business in 4 Weeks. AI-Generated.
Week 1: Laying the Foundation 1. Identify Your Niche Choosing the right niche is crucial. It should be something you're passionate about and have knowledge in. This will make it easier to create content and engage with your audience. For example, if you love cooking, a food blog or an online cooking class could be your niche.
By La'Mont Payne2 years ago in Confessions
#ShePower
There are a variety of challenges that exist for youth in rural areas such the students of Mlindazwe High School in Mgotjane, Eswatini. The rural nature of these communities in conjunction with a high school curriculum that does not include coursework in the arts, results in a lack of exposure to art, creative expression, education and employment opportunities in the creative arts.
By Sabrina2 years ago in Confessions
