Secrets
I bought a thumb ring and it changed my life.
I have always believed that women who wore thumb rings were different and daring. I have known for many years that I was awkward and different but I didn't think I would ever be cool enough to wear a thumb ring. I have had a couple of rings before but I barely wore them. For some reason, I was scared to get a thumb ring. It was something that just wasn't for me.
By Tina Bee4 years ago in Confessions
A Very Thin Line
What if you held the key that unlocked the door. What if you had the answers to all the questions that were ever spoken that meant anything at all. What if you realized what mattered in life just a moment too late? What would you last wish for?
By Meegan Swan4 years ago in Confessions
Long Time No See
Dear K, It’s been a long time—years’ worth of time. I barely remember being the girl who wrote that first letter to you, the letter she’d never send, the confession of love…or something resembling that. I am no longer the person who I was, no longer someone you’d recognize. I think sometimes about when I knew you, when we were friends—or acquaintances at least. What did you think of me then? I know this is a stupid question to ask in another letter that will never be sent, but I desperately want to know. Funny since your opinion on Her wouldn’t be your opinion on Me, still I wonder if you ever wanted Her—the way She wanted you. Who are you now? You must be different. If I’m this different, you must be at least a little different. Which means that the You I’m writing this to is a stranger, and the Me saying these things is a stranger to You.
By JD4 years ago in Confessions
Unibrown Girl
Michael was the most popular boy in middle school. He was tall with dark, curly hair and greenish eyes. All the girls liked him, including me. I kicked myself for it, but he was boyishly handsome. And me? I was the kid dressed in all black, constantly snacking and hiding away from all the other students.
By Zo Grimmwood4 years ago in Confessions
I hung up on my therapist
I hung up on my therapist this morning. He hit a nerve when he told me it might be helpful to try to treat people like kids in the way of giving them the benefit of the doubt that they don’t know any better and then try to set the example. It was a hard thing to hear. Especially when I was talking about my mother.
By Indalia4 years ago in Confessions
The Porn Killer
Porn Killer It’s funny to think that most men love the idea that there are many porn sites out there. It is more common for men to be on porn sites than women. By age 21 there are already roughly 85% of young men looking at porn and by that age close to 65% have seen porn. Yet some think porn is good for only short periods of time if the partners are trying to find ways to spice up their relationship, but what could have been intended for short-term use has the danger of becoming a long-term use then you can wave goodbye to what was once your happy marriage.
By Lizzie Martinez4 years ago in Confessions
Beautiful Daydream
In uneven ebbs, my daydreams glide around the coliseum of my mind. Like gladiator horses springing to life and crashing violently into one another, they play out the fantasies, the alluring tall tales of my psyche that tell me happily about some of the more surreal aspects of living I can only mentally entertain.
By Dannielle Nelson4 years ago in Confessions
The realest member on my team is my son!
I have extreme trust issues. I use to surround myself with people. I had a group of friends and we were all so tight. We were even pregnant all in the same year (not planned) so all of our kids are the same age and best fiends too. I'm not sure where it all started or when exactly I became so withdrawn from the group.
By jazisarabeth4 years ago in Confessions
