Secrets
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Sweat dripped down my brow and burned the inner corners of my eyes. The cold wind slapped against my clammy skin. The frigid air burned my lungs. I felt phenomenal. I chased the runner’s high. I immersed myself in this new activity and the rush and sense of accomplishment boosted my long suffering self esteem. Periwinkle and peach marbled the late evening sky. I loved to run during this time of day. Southern climates tend to be unforgiving towards outdoor activities. .
By Genesis Gonzalez4 years ago in Confessions
The Truth
Let me tell you the truth, about a woman who lived a double life, not only to herself but too the world. Kaitlyn aka Kat was a junior in high school, going to school everyday living a normal life, or so everyone thought. 4 younger sister 2 older brothers a single mother and an absent father. Sounds like a normal situation right? Well it wasn’t, Kaityln was used to it just being her and her second oldest brother before her mother decided to have 4 more girls after her, which meant she had to grow up a little faster and got blamed and mistreated when things went wrong. Even when Kaityln tried her best nothing was ever good enough for her mother and her father (when he did come around) didn’t give a damn. Only thing he was good for was bossing her around and physically and mentally trying to break her down as best as he could. Of course Kaityln being the sensitive soul she was tried her best not to let it show, but every night she cried herself to sleep until her eyes were red and puffy and her throat swollen to the point that it hurt to swallow. She had no real friends, no family members around her age to talk to..no outlet. She could only talk to her grandmother to somewhat ease the pain but she never discussed too much. Only enough to relieve some of the inner pain for the moment. Everyone knows that those who smile and joke the most are usually the ones in the most pain, and that’s exactly who Kaityln was, the girl who made everybody laugh and smile, the class clown, the jokester, the most likely to be a comedian. But deep down inside that was only a front to mask the pain of bottled up emotions, to mask the thoughts of wanting to commit suicide, to make the pain of not ever being good enough TO ANYONE.
By Kayla Smith4 years ago in Confessions
How love became a mystery
Who knows ? Maybe I’m writing this for myself or for the people,but love is a dangerous thing. You find this mystery person who your so blinded by because of their smile or just the personality of that person intrigues you to have thoughts to have at least one conversation with that person,but sooner or later you are going to find out why that person became a mystery.
By Justin Wheatfall4 years ago in Confessions
It could have been you
1. You did this to drive me insane didn’t you? What really changed from Tuesday til now and if you do miss me why can’t we ever be friends? Come on Jason if we’re never going to speak again at least be real with me for once bc either you’re lying to me tonight about your feelings or you’ve lied to me from the start bc let’s be honest you weren’t just procrastinating and sleeping all the times you left me waiting and if you hate me so much now just tell me what we’re you really doing all those times or why did you break up with me every weekend and never let me go help you in Oviedo and why was I a huge secret that never got to meet your friends? Oh and why when you made a Grindr this last time why did you not show up I’m the fresh section when you added pics like you should have??? Come on we both know you weren’t a perfect boyfriend either stop lying to yourself and me and just tell me the truth.
By J.B. Rage4 years ago in Confessions
Your daughter, the Mistress
Your daughter, the mistress Hi mom, I never told you this but I’m a mistress. It all began with these words. “Baby, we need to talk.” Words a person in a relationship never want to hear. Steak and salad. Candlelight. Good conversations with friends. Cabernet red wine, free flowing. In my head I think next will be some good ass sex. My friends are sated and feeling good. We all are high on life and in love. The good evenings are said and me and my man are alone. I grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom where candles are alight and soft music is playing in the background. But we never make it to the bedroom. Mike slowly makes a U-turn to the couch. Baby, we need to talk.” He says as he sits me down on the leather couch. I’m not feeling good about this turn in advents. My heart begins to sink. The signs where there but I refused to see them. Whatever he was going through was something we could get over together.
By Jeanie Delascasas4 years ago in Confessions
Mother's Day Confessions
Dear Mom, Mother, by the time you receive this, Mother’s Day will have come and gone, so first I apologize for the late arrival of this gift to you but hey, you know me, I’m quite the procrastinator so let’s just blame that on my ability to wander off into my own wondrous imaginary world known as the scattered brain of Camri Steele-Stone. Plus, you yourself are quite the procrastinator so if we’re to blame anyone, technically, it should be you because I’ve done nothing but observe and adopt your behaviors while young. The subconscious is very impressionable during the adolescent stages, lol, I’m only kidding mom, I just like to burst your bubble sometimes! Besides all that, I hope all is well. How are things at the clinic? School? Valerie still talking smack? Lol, when you write back don’t hold out on any information, I wanna know it all. I kinda miss our drama filled talks, I don’t really do much gossiping these days.
By CamThePoet4 years ago in Confessions
