School
What if You’re the Reason Nothing is changing?
Fortunately or unfortunately, we as individuals always feel responsible for our success or failure. Society tends to push such an individualistic mindset where we have to believe that everything depends on us 100% even when we know this not to be the case. Certainly this helps in terms of accountability but also comes with the downside of us always relying on ourselves even when that is counterproductive. There are instances where relying just on your own strength and wisdom isn’t enough, you need others to chyme in else you have no winning chance. Yet even when we recognize this, we still find ourselves doing everything.
By real Jema3 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 自分軸
I need to do my math homework. Just one homework is due, but I want to relax so much. I don't know how other people are doing like 5 classes all at once, I have trouble just juggling 2 classes in the week. I guess I don't need to worry about that.
By Kayla McIntosh3 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 恵比寿
I think I need to write one more story to get my nerves in order. I am going to have to talk to my teacher about my IEP so, I think that is also why I am not feeling completely sorted out this morning. I think I will wait until after class to talk to him about it, unless he brings it up in class then, I guess we can go about it that way too.
By Kayla McIntosh3 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 電波
I don't think I can afford to write right now but I feel like, since I am not taking medication and also self medicating with weed, I need to take journaling seriously as a form of therapy. Since I am feeling very odd, even if it isn't "dangerous" I still feel I need to treat it as if I was in a full blown bad mood right now. I am not sure what I am upset about, I guess because everything feels pointless and I am not sure what I am going to do in my future. I mean that is something to complain about for now to take me out of the moment, but I really don't know what is going on. I am really thinking the celestial placements are causing this turbulence. My only solution though is to just ignore it until tomorrow, which... I mean, I have no better option in front of me at the moment.
By Kayla McIntosh3 months ago in Confessions
Worked for a Secret Government Unit — Until They Erased My Memory
I used to think secret government programs were just conspiracy theories. The kind of stories people post online to make themselves feel important. I laughed at those people once. I don’t laugh anymore.
By America today 3 months ago in Confessions
The Mask I Wore at Home
The Mask I Wore at Home By Abdul Muhammad On screen, I was the picture of happiness. “Good morning, everyone!” I’d chirp into the camera, hair tied neatly, kitchen bathed in sunlight. Behind me, breakfast sizzled and coffee steamed. My followers would flood the comments with hearts and praise — “Couple goals!”, “You’re glowing, girl!”, “Teach me how to be this happy!”
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Confessions
Your Future Self is Watching
When sitting in a quiet setting like at home when the lights go off, or in an office where I have to wait for a long while, or simply on a long trip when the noise settles in the bus. I often reflect on how I got this far. The decisions which led me here, the fortunate and unfortunate events which shaped this moment, and how all this could have been different if certain things didn’t happen. I also imagine how different my life would have been if I had made some other choices. For better or worse, I’ll never really know how things could have turned out. All I can do is assume they turned out for the best.
By real Jema3 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of Labels
I did not get angry because I was attacked. I got angry because I felt invisible. That is what labeling does. It reduces a human being—a soul with thoughts, experiences, and convictions—into a set of categories that can be dismissed before they even speak.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Confessions
The Last Letter
Rain tapped gently against the cracked window as Evelyn sat at her old wooden desk, staring at the faded envelope in her trembling hands. Her name was written in a familiar handwriting—looped, elegant, and painfully recognizable. She hadn’t seen it in fifteen years, not since the day Daniel left.
By Waqas Ahmad3 months ago in Confessions
