Friendship
The Dark Triad & Betrayal: How Narcissists, Psychopaths & Machiavellians Operate
Ever wondered why some people can easily manipulate others? They often leave a trail of betrayal behind. This is linked to the Dark Triad, which includes narcissism, psychopathy, and Machiavellianism.
By Wilson Igbasi9 months ago in Confessions
Weight We Pass On
Lena Holloway was known for her quiet brilliance. At thirty-two, she had a reputation as a meticulous architect — someone who could trace lines with surgical precision, as if trying to impose order on a chaotic world. Her designs were clean, controlled, and sharp. Much like Lena herself.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
The Email I Should've Sent A Year Ago
I had no idea I'd be writing this. Now not. Not always in the end. However, there are times when silence becomes more burdensome than words, and speaking, even when it is too late, is the only way to lighten the load. Over a year has passed since our last conversation. It's amusing how time progresses but leaves some things behind. like shame. like recollections like the phrases that I never used. The last time we were together, I can recall. You were trying not to cry while cross-legged in front of the coffee shop window. I acted like I didn't notice. My words were calculated, and my voice remained cold. At least that's what I told myself. I was protecting myself. In reality, I was only afraid. fearful of making a mistake. fearful of being vulnerable. apprehensive that revealing my errors would make me seem insignificant to you. However, I wasn't perfect for you. You required sincerity. I needed to be there for you, not with arguments or pride, but with presence. You needed that. I also did not. So, the email I ought to have sent a year ago is here: I apologize. I apologize for speaking up when you needed comfort. I sincerely apologize for making you feel like your emotions were excessive. I apologise for acting as though I knew everything when in reality I was just afraid to face myself. You were correct. You were correct about my tendency to avoid actual conversations. When you said that I only listened to respond, not comprehend, you were correct. Additionally, you were absolutely correct when you stated that I was unable to express my regret without providing an explanation. But there are no justifications this time. only the truth You gave someone so much of yourself—your time, your energy, and your heart—that they couldn't even properly express their gratitude. And when things went wrong, I quietly convinced myself that I had been hurt and let you take the blame. Perhaps I was. However, that did not grant me permission to hurt you back. I miss your chuckle. the manner in which you used to check in on me even when you were worn out. The fact that you valued me more than I valued myself. I treated you like a battlefield because you were my safe haven. I often wonder what would have transpired if I had simply stated, "I was wrong." Would our friendship continue? Would we still be healthy? I'm not sure. And I guess I will never. However, I am not writing for a response. Even though it is late, I am writing this because you deserve to hear it. even if we do not speak again. More than just a moment, you were. Not just a lesson. I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner; you were love in motion. I hope all is well with you. I hope you are surrounded by people who are present, attentive, and caring in the same way I should have been. I hope you have found peace, the kind where you can breathe freely without making excuses. I still have a lot to learn. Continually making an effort to be the kind of person who apologizes without ego. Still attempting to be more gentle, considerate, and present. That is what your absence taught me. Additionally, I am grateful for that lesson. I wouldn't try to win the argument if I could go back. I would say, "I hear you," while holding your hand. I'm present. Also, I'm sorry." But because I can't go back, I'll say it now, with the same sincerity I couldn't find back then: I apologize. I wish you every conceivable happiness. Always.
By Siam Talukder 9 months ago in Confessions
Who Is Gabriella Zuniga? The 20-Year-Old Behind The $50M Lawsuit Against Shannon Sharpe
In a legal battle that has grabbed headlines, a young woman barely out of her teens has stepped into the spotlight. Gabriella 'Gabbi' Zuniga, a 20-year-old, spearheads a staggering £37.70 million ($50 million) lawsuit against prominent sports analyst and former NFL star Shannon Sharpe.
By Dena Falken Esq9 months ago in Confessions
revenge
This year, i began secondary school. Kinda like high school. I was really happy, too. I’d been dreaming of going to this secondary school because it was one of the top in the country. I was really grateful my grades were good enough to land me a spot there. My worries were that I wouldn’t be able to catch up in class, and that i wouldn’t be really dumb. It’s kind of funny now that i think back upon it, because right now, they are the least of my worries.
By Im lil jim bob9 months ago in Confessions
The Final Mail
The Monday morning sun pierced through the half-open blinds of the 14th floor. Inside the quiet corner of Crestwave Technologies, Arman Ahmed sat staring at his screen. The cursor blinked at the end of the words: Subject: Letter of Resignation.
By Md Ajmol Hossain9 months ago in Confessions
"When You Became My Horizon"
The city of Veridian was a monochrome masterpiece, a symphony in shades of gray. Towering buildings, sculpted from dull, unreflective concrete, scraped a sky perpetually veiled in a thin, colorless haze. The people, wrapped in practical, unadorned clothing, moved with a quiet, almost robotic efficiency. Emotions were a luxury Veridian couldn't afford, a distraction from the relentless pursuit of order and productivity.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN9 months ago in Confessions
The Twin Flame Runner-Chaser Dynamic: Why One Always Flees (And How to Break the Cycle)
I never believed in soulmates until I met him. Our connection was instant and intense. It felt like the universe brought us together, only to tear us apart painfully. I was the Chaser, desperate to hold onto our love. He was the Runner, scared by our intense bond.
By Wilson Igbasi9 months ago in Confessions
A Letter To My First Crush
Dear You, I don’t know if you’ll ever read this… or if I’d even want you to. This isn’t meant to be found, really. It’s just something I needed to say—softly, slowly, like a thought that’s been waiting in the quiet for far too long. I’ve carried you with me all these years like a pressed flower between the pages of a life that kept turning… delicate, unchanged, always fading but never forgotten.
By Odeb9 months ago in Confessions
