Secrets
BEING A VIRGIN AND SAVING MYSELF FOR MARRIAGE AT 21.
Sexual intercourse. Growing up as a kid in an African household, sex education was not as popular as it is right now. Its actually in Africa that you'll notice a family with lots of children but you'll never spot the parents showing any kind of displays of affection. However, as years went by, it got better due to the ability to access information online.
By Sting Ray4 years ago in Confessions
You Don't Own Me
I don't belong to him, he treats me like a piece of meat, something he can buy, chew up and spit out whenever he pleases. I am not property, I am not something to be owned, nor will I allow him to treat me as such anymore. The morning light breaks through the blinds, I stare outside, slightly blinded by the brightness, but I don't care. I haven't cared for much of anything for some time now, I can't remember exactly when it happened... Lie. I can tell you exactly when it all changed.
By Mercedes Chavez4 years ago in Confessions
Writing Saved my Life
If I tell you that I am a Scorpio sun, Aquarius moon, Capricorn rising, does that bring a soft 'aaahh' to your lips? What if I tell you that according to a medium I spoke with recently all my chakras are blocked or misaligned and that my third eye has 'stuck' in the process of opening. What about if I tell you that I am and have been for over ten years an emotionally avoidant, disassociative, suicidal depressive?
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Confessions
Tales from the trip
Three teenagers had decided to drive in the middle of the night for tiny cube sheets of paper. Having drove for 4 hours they had finally reached their destination . A house settled in the field right outside a town waited for their arrival. 6 sheets to divided among the three had been given . They decided it would be wise to consume the sheets right before the long drive back . 30 minutes down the road their vison shifted dramatically . Odds began to give weight to a certain death. Three teenagers crashed dead on the highway started forming within the mind filling the air with treamendous doubt. One teen had truly been experienced in the arts of meditation , always disregarding death claiming to his friends and family its just an illusion. But waiting after death with life attuned to their favor was the death of humanity...
By Jaziah Vasquez4 years ago in Confessions
There’s No Music On My Headphones!. Top Story - February 2022.
My name is Angel and this is my autistic confession. If you walk into the break room at my work while I’m having lunch, you may notice that I’m wearing headphones. The headphones are usually connected to my cellphone.
By Angel Mann4 years ago in Confessions
Collection of the Hopes & Fears
I am 24 years old and I have no clue what to do with my life. I have no purpose. Am I supposed to at my age? By now many of my peers have five affiliate marketing business, sipping bobo tea and driving around in their too-difficult-to-sit-down cars living the entrepreneur lifestyle. The other half of my peers could be hustling their way through another year of grunt work, paperclips and say-it-don't-spray-it teachers.
By Sapphire R4 years ago in Confessions
Why I Loved Being A Mistress
I was climbing the corporate ladder quickly at the "AAA" rated banking institute I had been working for just under ten years. Without a college education I had to work from the bottom, as a clerk, to the current position I was in as an auditor. My reputation had been built on my system and product knowledge. Which put me in numerous projects as the lead analyst. Giving me a hand up into a world of Managers, GM's and CEOs that had no clue about the inside process but knew it was something that required immediate attention and an expert to ensure nothing fell through.
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Confessions
July 17, 1981
(names have been changed for personal privacy) Since the breakup with George, I fell into a deep depression. I considered him to be the respite from my difficult and dreary life. Days went on for what seemed an eternity. Nights couldn’t come soon enough, and the mornings always came too soon. It was in my dreams that I found solace. The one thing I still carried in me was a good escape in those nighttime dreams. I was with George, and we were happy. The abuse never entered my dream life. It was as if God was saying, “You deserve a good night’s sleep. The days ahead will be long and hard.”
By Susan Sargis4 years ago in Confessions
