Secrets
"The Bridesmaid and the Baby Daddy"
So, boom. My best friend Tina asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. Cute, right? I was hype. We’d been friends since high school, and she was finally marrying this guy named Marcus—tall, quiet, successful, kind of fine in a “I pay my bills on time” kind of way. Tina had always said he was her calm in the storm.
By MessyConfessions9 months ago in Confessions
"The Receipts Were in the Wings"
Let me tell you about the time I found out my boyfriend was cheating… because he forgot to delete a DoorDash receipt. So I was dating this guy named Darius. Fine, charming, said “Grand Rising” instead of good morning—which should’ve been my first red flag. But whatever, I was in my soft era and decided to give him a chance.
By MessyConfessions9 months ago in Confessions
Somewhere, I Left My Mind
I used to remember everything. Names, dates, moments, dreams. I was the friend you could count on to recall what movie we watched ten years ago and what popcorn flavor we hated. I stored memories like they were precious, sorted neatly in labeled drawers. Now? The drawers are still there, but the labels have worn off. The contents? Scattered.
By Ameer Muavia9 months ago in Confessions
It is Inside Again/Take It From Me. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
These two poems are kinda the same, but also not. They show different sides of what I’ve been feeling lately. There’s this darkness that doesn’t go away—it just hangs around, even when I’m trying to be happy. I can laugh, I can smile, but that heavy feeling doesn’t leave. It’s always there, in the background.
By Courtney Keller9 months ago in Confessions
A Heart Rewritten
I didn't know where to begin, so I started with myself........... Breaking up with someone with whom you wanted to live your whole life feels devastating. I could never love someone the way I loved him and I absolutely mean it. I cannot be that version of me again and I don't want to be either. I am afraid of keeping expectations because it breaks all the time. There is a plus side of not having expectations from anyone because when they do something good for you, you genuinely feel surprised. I can never love that passionately again. It brings out something dark from within me. I have built my emotions in such a way that nothing bothers me anymore. If someone disappears from my life, I won't be that affected. I might miss them but not so much. The things which are out of my hands, better not stress over it.
By Phoenix9 months ago in Confessions
Word of the day: お酒
It is almost the end of Easter, but I am thinking of going to the store and buying some alcohol to get the edge off the whole thing with my brother and grandma. They are very difficult people to be around for long periods of time. They actually weren't that bad today but still having it be longer than an hour is too long.
By Kayla McIntosh9 months ago in Confessions
Who will be the next pope? Here are some possible candidates
RomeCNN — According to an old proverb, "he who enters the conclave as pope, leaves it as a cardinal" refers to papal elections. To put it another way, any candidate who is considered to be the front-runner prior to the start of the voting process ought to be treated with caution, and no cardinal ought to enter the Sistine Chapel assuming that they will win votes.
By Al Shahriar Pranto9 months ago in Confessions
“The Stranger at Table 9”
That day, the café was crowded. Not in a bad way, just loud enough to remind Emma that she wasn't alone even when she thought she was. As she watched the oat milk swirl into warm patterns, she stirred her coffee erratically. Her laptop flashed a blank Google Doc. “The Next Chapter” was written in the title bar. Ironic. She had even forgotten the title of the current chapter. Her ex-fiancé had been gone for three weeks. No note merely a neatly packed suitcase and a voicemail beginning, "I'm sorry." She felt like a shattered mosaic herself as she attempted to write a blog post for a lifestyle website called Unfiltered & Whole. She first noticed him at Table 9. He didn't pretend to read, type, or look at his phone. He was merely present. Hair was a little unkempt, tall. A patch on a denim jacket said, "Tell your story, even if your voice shakes." She was drawn to that patch. He noticed her staring when he looked up. He smiled instead of turning away. Kind, not in a flirtatious way. Open. As if he saw her. As if he knew. A barista came by with a muffin a minute later. She handed it to Emma and said, "From the guy at Table 9." He stated, "You appeared to be in need of something sweet that wasn't digital." Emma looked up. She was torn between laughing and crying. The guy and the barista had already left. Vanished.
By Nafis Ahmed9 months ago in Confessions
The Quiet Betrayal: A Confession About My Skin.
I’ve always seen myself as a lone wolf — someone who walks her own path, unaffected by the noise of the world. I’ve never been one to follow the crowd, never felt the need to explain my choices or soften my edges for the sake of fitting in. And yet, even I have had thoughts I never expected to admit out loud. Thoughts that live in the quiet, shadowed corners of the self.
By Test10 months ago in Confessions
