Humanity
Watching.
Being the observer sucks at times, especially at times where one side of my brain is screaming at me having a tantrum because it wants me to spout off with something along the lines of, oh, I see you have new sheets and the other side is yelling back in arguement, no that is NOT your best choice.
By Shannon Lemire4 years ago in Confessions
No Room for Shakespeare
If you looked at us, you would have to make sure that you looked twice. That would have to be the rule with us. There is so much that you could miss with only one glance; one quick stare without any kind of follow up. And you would regret this.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
Please Don't Stand Too Close To Me!
I would consider myself to be a pretty laid back and chill person. Of course, that obviously doesn’t mean that there aren’t things that people do that annoy me. I’ve thought long and hard (well maybe not too hard) about the things that I find a bit annoying. And so, I came up with a list. Here goes!
By Jasmine Aguilar4 years ago in Confessions
New York City
I hate this place; I really do. It's just too much, like why? Why exist? The city that never sleeps, come on; are you kidding me? The streets are paved with rats, pee, and garbage. The people are rude, testy and more hungry for money than love; so you can buy any one of em, if the number is right. The noise is nauseating and deafening. Between the 6 months of dynamite and firecrackers, the drunkenness year round, the maxed out speakers riding down the street with all the windows open, the dirt bike drag races, never ending construction sounds. I can't fucking hear myself think a thought.
By Chelsie Stevens4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Diary
Dear Mama, You know that you are one of my favorite girls in the world. I have something to tell you. Please don't be hurt. Read the whole letter before you respond, ok? So, here goes...as a child, I resented you and dad. I was always held to a different and seemingly higher standard than my younger brother. I wondered why. I thought that maybe it was because you guys loved him more. I felt like we were being raised by two different sets of parents. Like one example: my grades in school mattered a lot. It was unacceptable for me to bring home anything less than an A. Well, I was able to get away with the occasional B+. My brother got $20 for every A or B he earned. Daddy said it was to motivate him to do well in school and to start taking school more seriously. I accepted that justification. I accepted it as in I didn't ask about it anymore. I went on to graduate at the top of my class. My brother ended up dropping out. I wanted to go to college but no one wanted to co-sign for any loans for me. I somehow ended up finding out that daddy could borrow money from his retirement to use for a child's college tuition. When I asked for it, he said he was saving that option for my brother. Saving it for my brother?!? SERIOUSLY?? My brother couldn't even be bothered to finish school and graduate so WHY ON EARTH would he be going to college? Mommy, I was so hurt. I felt so confused, like I was on a different bizzaro planet. I was the one that had to get up every day at 5 am to catch the public bus across town to high school. My brother was driven to and from school. I had to wash, dry and iron my own clothes. Daddy washed, dried, ironed AND laid out my brothers clothes for school daily. He was in high school. The justification for all that was similar to the justification for paying him for good grades. You guys did those things to make sure he actually made it to school. When it came out that my brother would sleep in the ally by our house instead of going to school, I accepted the justification. I still did not understand it though. Then I grew up. As an adult, I went first from resentment to gratitude. I am grateful I am independent. Doing things on my own as a teen equipped me with the skills to take care of myself as an adult. Unfortunately though, the things being done on my brothers behalf to keep him in school actually ended up making him completely dependent. He will live with you and daddy until you both pass away, then he will become my responsibility. I sometimes freak out thinking about it to be honest. Anyway,after I grew up, I had children of my own. After having children of my own, gratitude gave way to understanding. I am still grateful, but I understand now. There is no manual for parenting. You just try the best that you can with what you have. You do whatever you can to help your children succeed. You make sacrifices for your children. Thank you mommy. Thank you for pushing me forward. I am absolutely the woman I am today because of you. I mean, daddy helped out too lol. I appreciate you mom. I thank you mom. Most of all, I love you mom. You are one of a kind and super awesome!
By Latoya Giles 4 years ago in Confessions
The Time I Gave Myself Shingles
*This article was originally posted on Medium. One day while I was studying, I felt a sharp stinging pain across the under of my lefthand shoulder. Over time this uncomfortable pain persisted, and I thought nothing of it at first. It wasn't until I noticed the formation of bumps that I decided to schedule a doctor's appointment.
By Jasmine 4 years ago in Confessions
Moonlight
Dear Mom, It's been 32 years since I entered this world and our relationship began. Poverty, pain, and panic attacks have littered the road, but we've made it! I often reflect on the time we have spent together and the rocky path we have walked to arrive here.
By HeyItsPhephen4 years ago in Confessions
The Man in His Tower
I bet you stare out of that office window at the sweltering hot pavement below like you’re a fish in a bowl, longing for nothing more than your freedom. You’re up there, somewhere, on the 56th floor perhaps, and you’re looking on down at the road like you’re missing the very ‘first’ — the very first catch of the season…
By Delusions of Grandeur 4 years ago in Confessions
My First Death
Darkness, nothingness, devoid of everything but fear. Where am I? A fleeting thought across the surface of water. Who am I? I reach for the thought but catch nothing but mist. A beacon of light pierces the dark. All my terror melts away. Warmth, love, and acceptance reach for me. Invisible hands wrap about my small ones. “Come, let your fears go,” it is like liquid heat has shot into my veins. I take a timid step forward. Where am I? Who am I? The thought bursts forward and I falter.
By Chantae Harding4 years ago in Confessions
This psychologist explains why people confess to crimes they didn't commit
At 16, Huwe Burton confessed to killing his mother. He was still in shock from discovering her body when New York City police began to interrogate him. After hours of being threatened and cajoled, he told the police what they wanted to hear. He soon recanted, knowing he was innocent and hoping the justice system would clear him.
By mostefaoui fayssal4 years ago in Confessions
