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Confessions: How I Got Addicted to Psychology
Are you one of those people who loves to decipher the enigma that is the human mind? If you are, welcome to the club! If you're not, hold on tight—because by the end of this riveting blog post, you'll be as addicted to psychology as I am. Yes, psychology is addictive, and I’m here to tell you why.
By Margaret S.2 years ago in Confessions
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Goldfish Survey: A Sincere Story of Homecoming and Recuperating Presentation In the realm of film, narrating has the ability to contact our hearts, motivate us, and cause us to ponder our own lives. "Goldfish," the most recent artistic pearl, takes us on a close to home excursion that investigates the intricacies of family, memory, and rediscovery. In this search engine oriented article, we dig into the core of the film "Goldfish," furnishing you with an exhaustive survey, FAQs, and a brief look into the serious scene.
By Prem2 years ago in Confessions
Facing the Unforgettable: My Humbling Confession of a Fish-Mouthed School Shoe Incident in Grade Eleven
Exploring through the hardships of secondary school can frequently prompt remarkable and once in a while humiliating minutes. In this sincere admission, I describe the recoil commendable insight of remaining before my grade eleven class, leading a show, all while wearing school shoes that suddenly opened toward the front, looking like the vast mouth of a fish. Go along with me as I remember the humiliation and offer the priceless examples I gained from this remarkable occurrence.
By charles magagula2 years ago in Confessions
A Tale of Art and Affection
In the heart of a charming little town, where the streets were lined with cobblestones and the scent of blooming roses filled the air, two souls embarked on a journey that would forever change the course of their lives. This is the story of Emily and Daniel, a tale of love that bloomed like a delicate flower in the most unexpected of places.
By emm goht2 years ago in Confessions
Young Writer
I was very young when I wrote my first piece. Surprisingly, I remember it well. I was in third grade, just seven years old. I had recently learned how to write complete sentences. We were assigned a task, which I completed quickly (a habit of mine, though not always accurately). I closed the notebook the teacher had provided and sat there with my pen, wanting to write something more. I headed to my dad's office where he kept stacks of loose leaf paper. I fetched the turtle-shaped step stool from the washroom, stood on it, and reached for the loose leaf paper. Gathering a few sheets, I began writing my very first short story, not for school. The story was riddled with spelling and grammar mistakes, but I could still understand it. Looking back, I noticed random "K"s in some words. I constantly confused words like "their," "there," and "they're," which highlights the complexities of the English language. Commas were absent throughout, a writing issue that persists today.
By Ada Zuba2 years ago in Confessions
The forbidden chocolate box!
Welcome to the chaotic world of a bustling hostel, where 63 rooms house students fervently pursuing their dreams. Today, I'm here to tell you a tale about the infamous "Chocolate Box." Hold your cocoa cravings, though, because we're not talking about actual chocolates in a box.
By Temjenungla Imchen2 years ago in Confessions
what do I want :
a healthy communicative relationship where toxicity isn't met with fire but with love or respect and being able to disagree and still showing me, love. I want to feel heard, I want to feel secure that I am being actively listened to and shown support through hard times. I want to feel like you in this because you want to not need to. I want to feel sexy without having to get undressed. I want a partner that I didn't have to settle with because I was lonely.
By samara2 years ago in Confessions
Wings of Resilience
The Shadow of Fear In the quiet town of Havenbrook, lived a young woman named Lily. She was known for her radiant smile and kind heart, but beneath her cheerful exterior lay a secret struggle. Lily had always been haunted by a deep fear of heights, a fear that had kept her from experiencing the thrill of adventure and the freedom of exploring the world from above.
By Ghizlane Ben El Hadj2 years ago in Confessions
Allahabad the journey to you.
I hail from the hills of a quaint town known as Kohima. There, the air is as pure as it comes, and the water possesses a crystal clarity. Vast, lush forests and valleys are draped in a blanket of vibrant green grass. Rain is a daily visitor, bestowing its blessings upon the sloping rooftops of every house. Yet, amidst this apparent abundance, the most ironic aspect is the scarcity of water—a paradox that defines the place. It's a locale filled with its own mysteries and folktales; stories best shared on another day.
By Temjenungla Imchen2 years ago in Confessions
Love, Laughter, and Moonlight: Chronicles of an Unforgettable Year
It was during my year of national youth service in Ogun State that our paths first crossed. The universe had orchestrated our meeting, assigning us both to Ado-odo LGA as National Youth Service Corp (NYSC) members. However, none of us could have fathomed the enchanting journey that lay ahead.
By Saheed Abdulsalam2 years ago in Confessions
GARDENIA 'Secret Love'
"Whispers of the Heart: A Secret Love Confession" In a curious little town settled between moving slopes, carried on with a delicate soul named Lily. She was referred to by a larger number of people as the contemplative young lady with a heart as sensitive as a murmur, consistently lost in her own considerations. Lily's days were spent in the midst of the pages of her #1 books, meandering the sunlit glades, and keeping an eye on the energetic blossoms in her nursery. Notwithstanding, concealed underneath her quiet outside was a mysterious that mixed her heart - an implicit love for somebody in particular.
By Deepty2 years ago in Confessions
