Humanity
Trauma Leaves a Mark. Content Warning.
If you had asked me ten, even five years ago, I would have said there would never be a day when I wouldn’t love Harry Potter. Now, I’m not so sure. Not because I don’t still appreciate the series greatly, but because my relationship to it has changed. Greatly.
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Confessions
Cheerful Nihilism
By my various more than likely heathen belief systems, I do not like talking about myself. I know myself to a horrifying degree, I’m one of the foolish people who have delved into the self further than they should have. I’m the last thing I want to talk about. It’s like the ocean explaining water to a fish but in the spirit of community, I figured I’d vomit out some quirks and facts about myself. Unity and all that, after all, I joined a community to force myself out of my comfort zone and here we are. Now how did Lady Gaga put it that one song? Ma Ma ma ma, that boy is a monster?
By Addison M2 years ago in Confessions
I Was a Victim of the LinkedIn Hacking Spree (August 2023)
I got my account back but first I had to work for it. Allow me to share with you what actually happened. After reading a report on how multiple people got locked out of their LinkedIn accounts, I thought to myself, “This is something I should write about.” Little did I know, one of the people I’d be writing about was actually me. Guess what? Now, I’m doing it!
By Sam Writes Security2 years ago in Confessions
Lauren Beobert Redemption
Once upon a time, in the bustling heart of Washington, D.C., there lived a congresswoman named Lauren beobert. She was a woman of considerable influence, representing the great state of Colorado. For years, her charisma and charm had carried her far in the political landscape, but beneath the polished facade, a darkness festered.
By MALIK NASIRU2 years ago in Confessions
That Year’s Model
Leslie Writes…and I listen. I had better explain and tell you why I am writing this piece (always seem to be explaining myself). In Ms. Writes’ work about a previous career, I made a comment about one of my more embarrassing employment moments and received the following response:
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Confessions
Little pieces of Me
I read Kayleigh's Challenge a little while ago and started my list, I have just lacked time to finish it. This is the first story I have started and not censored in any way. Edited for spelling errors, but it has been written by recording the points as they came to me rather than rearranging ideas for reading flow or avoiding sharing difficult topics. This is evidenced by my excessive use of the word but.
By Lilly Cooper2 years ago in Confessions
Floods in Libya. Content Warning.
In a heart-wrenching tragedy, the coastal city of Derna in Libya has been ravaged by catastrophic flooding, leaving a devastating trail of destruction and an unimaginable loss of life. As a result of a powerful storm, this Mediterranean city has borne witness to one of the deadliest natural
By Majid khan2 years ago in Confessions
The Commodification of Sadness
TW: suicidal ideation, mental illness, etc. -------------------------------------------- I am what the internet would describe as a certifiable SadGirl. Or, in the words of my doctor, “mentally ill and extremely depressed.” But the former has a cuter ring to it.
By Helen Seder2 years ago in Confessions
KAREN. Content Warning.
In a quaint Scandinavian village nestled among rolling hills, there once lived a young woman named Karen. Her name, Karen, had deep roots in the region's ancient traditions, meaning "pure." Her parents, both deeply connected to their heritage, had chosen this name for her with great care, hoping she would grow to embody the virtues it held.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Confessions
The Consequences of a Seemingly Small Decision
kaaI am going to begin this blog with telling you a little about myself and what my life has been like the past 4-5 years. The above picture is when it all started. I still hold a stupid grudge over why I used to believe this all happened. It all begin with- wait for it fellas- a friggin GIRL!. And that segways into my new outlook on life and all of the fuckery that comes along with it. Ok so I was laying in my bed one night getting some good sleep when out of nowhere, the chick I was with calls and starts begging me to come over and handle business. Which most guys are like hell yea bro, well again I was sleeping safely and soundly in my apartment. Agan safely. Well after pondering it for a while and realizing that I wasnt going to win because she would be mad now or in the morning. So I said yes Ill come over. She lives one city over from me me-(Billoxi,MS, her- Ocean Springs, MS) and it was about a 30-35 minute drive. As my luck goes, and youll see as I slowly peel of the layers of terribel shit that I have let effect me so much, the wreck that changed my whole freaking life as I know it always goes, I got literally 7 houses down from her driveway where i was about 1/4 mile too on that back, dark, quiet country road that held the house containing the squaking, needing, crying drama queen that I awoke from a peaceful and safe slumber confined inside my warm and comfortable apartment while my brand new beautiful $65,000 Ford F-150 King Ranch sat in her spot, safely and soundl. SKKRRRRR BOOOOMM BOWWWW CRASH KCHHSSHHHHH!!!! I quickly jump to attention with the first loud BOOM which was me taking out the first mailbox. Amidst, all of the frightening sounds of glass shattering and steel crunching, It quickly hit me that i was not dreaming and I had foolishly dreamed that I was already at her house when in all seriousness, I was within a stones throw of being there but now was caught in the middle of a nightmare where I am doing 55mph on a dark back road and am fighting for my life to gain control of my truck before and tires catch. My headlights illuminated the tree line and a slid back and forth trying to correct the slide until I see the draining ditch, 6 feet deep and full of large, sharp and deadly boulders. When mt truck swings back around left for the last time, everything went bright white. Amazingly, I do not recall seeing anything during violent rolls but I could hear everything and, honestly, the crunching sounds have stuck with me to this day. I have nightmares about it all of the time. I hear the glass shattering all around me while the body of the truck is being crushed like a coke can and the tires exploding sound like 12 gauge shotgun shells being fired in the best headphones you could buy.
By Kevin "Going Thru Some Thangs" Mitrenga2 years ago in Confessions
