Secrets
Word of the Day: 転ぶ
I don't know why my phone isn't let me log into my class but, it isn't in plane mode. It finally let me enter my class. I have so many homework things that need to be done. I don't know. I am still thinking about Eric's offer but I am kind of not wanting to do anything out of obsession or desperation. I want to be in my right mind so I don't have regret anything.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
Absolutely nothing
And I sat there by the shore, looking at the sea. It was really cold, and the gloves were barely keeping my hands warm. Most of the time, it was calm and rhythmic, but on that day, something had changed. The color of the water was a deep blue, almost black, and it flowed clumsily and wildly, as if it carried the furious guilt of the world and could no longer bear it. I was staring at the angry, rolling waves as they crashed against the naked cliffs and greedily embraced the shore.
By Penelope Plati2 months ago in Confessions
115 Miles Back to You
The summer of 2021 wasn't anything spectacular on paper. There was no big trips, no dramatic life changes, but it was the first summer that made something inside of me shift. That was the summer I met him. For the sake of privacy, i'll call him Kevin, but nothing what I felt for him was pretend.
By Jasmine Platson2 months ago in Confessions
The Quiet Side of Elder Abuse: What I Witnessed Working in a Lab
Elder abuse doesn’t just happen in nursing homes. It happens in cars, waiting rooms, doctor offices, and in public — right in front of people who have no power to stop it. I learned that the hard way when I was a Site Lead at Labcorp.
By Tarsheta (Tee) Jackson2 months ago in Confessions
When Survival Mode Wasn’t Enough Anymore
This personal story explores what happens when you stop performing strength and choose honesty instead. It wasn’t a single dramatic moment that changed me. No breakdown in a grocery store aisle, no epiphany sparked by a self-help book, and no perfectly timed sunrise that whispered the truth into my ear.
By Tee G.2 months ago in Confessions
The Last Letter of a Silent Night
The night had grown still. The room was dim, lit only by a weak bulb hanging in the corner. I sat on the bed with my phone in my hand, scrolling without purpose. My mind was heavy, and sleep felt far away. Suddenly, the screen lit up with a new message.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 神経痛
I feel I am going a little crazy since. I had that whole idea that I needed sex at least 3 times a week. I thought it might help my mental health but, I think I sort of down played the mental play that is required to even maneuver a FwB situation. I might have already overbooked myself. I have the tattoo artist hitting me up, and the sex god isn't answering me so I don't even know if he'll ever visit me again, then I made some random plans with this hot Kazahk guy to come down here from Canada.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
Secret Letter
What Jake Became I gave his moment to the ether in my mind. Between 2007 and 2009, while others buried Jake and marked the date he died, I let him dissolve into something larger. I didn't trap him in grief or fix him to a gravestone. Instead, I released him into the atmosphere of my consciousness - not as an ending, but as a beginning. In doing that, something unexpected happened: we became one. Not in a way that erased him or made him less real, but in a way that let him breathe through me, move through me, become woven into how I understood the world.
By Parsley Rose 2 months ago in Confessions
