Stream of Consciousness
Where are you? This isn't for me
Twiddling my fingers, I stare out the window, feeling the creeping tendrils of anxiety slowly wrapping themselves around my heart. It's not just a sensation in my mind; it pulses through me, filling every beat of my heart. The rhythmic thumping pounds in my ears: thump... thump... thump. The music playing in the background, once a comfort, now fades into an indistinct hum. The lyrics, once filled with meaning, now only stir the emotions I’ve tried so desperately to suppress. I am scared—terrified—of never knowing who you are. I wonder, are you someone I already know, someone I talk to every day, or are you miles away, a distant soul I’ve yet to meet? These questions plague my mind, gnawing at my sense of purpose, my direction. I keep questioning whether this life, this path I’m on, is meant for you just as much as I question if it’s truly meant for me.
By Narley♥️about a year ago in Confessions
Shit Morning
I wake up to a good morning from Jahon which was nice, but I feel like... I am feeling we don't work together well to be honest, or rather. We aren't working at all so I can't say it is bad or good because it is just non existent. I mean, he was trying to calm me down through text last night I guess but, all these events: the shitty vocational coach, my shitty boyfriend, my shitty family... I am so tempted to just go back to freelancing or try harder with freelancing despite the pay being so poor. It would wreck a lot of the plans I have now, but I am honest, the cold months are coming in and, with me not having a car, there is going to be less I am able to do physically going forward without money.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Friday Mr. Pencil
She is a professional, but her outfits always push the limits. She loves attention and is very generous with sharing photos of herself with men. I hate it; I often wonder who else received these pictures and if they were actually intended for me. But it’s the videos she sends of herself—just being her, laughing, singing, or chatting with me—while I can see her lace bra peeking out from under her silky tank top beneath her blazer. Sometimes, she positions the camera so I catch a glimpse of her thigh tattoos, and even more often, I notice her lack of panties. Occasionally, there are videos of her walking along the sidewalk, already late for a meeting; she’s always late. Her heels click on the pavement, her sunglasses are stuck in her hair, and her eyes sparkle as she makes a final joke before heading into her council meeting. I know these are made just for me, and I see her—who she really is—and she’s stunning. I can’t help but wonder what the people in the meeting she’s headed to must think as that immense presence enters the room.
By A Lady with a Penabout a year ago in Confessions
I dont sleep
We’ve all had those nights where sleep feels just out of reach, and the more we try to relax, the more elusive it becomes. Whether it's stress, an overactive mind, or just not feeling tired, there are simple tricks that can help you drift off faster. As a result, I had to look for easy techniques that can improve your sleep routine and have my snoozing peacefully in no time.
By Horace Waslandabout a year ago in Confessions
Broolynn Is Lonely
Suddenly it’s December and you’re not 16 anymore and you haven’t been 16 in a long time but sometimes you still feel stuck in that little project apartment in Brooklyn.The fact that time passes and things change and people leave and you can only go back to a place physically and you will never be 14 ,15 ,and 16 again. I still don’t understand how we are meant to endure that. It all changed for me but not for him. We both made excuses for each others issues but the truth is we ere hiding from something much bigger. It made leaving feel like finally being able to breathe. We were both deeply sad people. It made sense that one of us wasn’t going to survive. I know that it’s not my fault but sometimes it feels like I did this.
By Nat about a year ago in Confessions
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks How I wish life were filled with glory and love, tales of how we succeed in every aspect of our life, emerging victorious in battles filled with animosity and sadness. Every mortal being experiences seasons of rise and fall, of light and dark, of pain and purpose, and defeat and victory.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
9 Signs You’re in a Healthy Relationship
You and your partner love trying new restaurants together, going on long bike rides, and traveling, but when it comes to being happy and healthy in a relationship, there are other things to consider besides having common interests.
By Venuabout a year ago in Confessions
Heaven and Hell
It was said that between Heaven and Hell, there exists a place that no soul ever wished to linger. This place, a realm caught between light and darkness, was known as the In-Between. Neither a haven of angels nor the inferno of demons, the In-Between was a limbo where choices were confronted, secrets were unearthed, and fates were sealed.
By PETER Jabout a year ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 点灯夫
Today I had sort of late start, but it pretty much went down like it normally does. When I was at the gym I got a call from a Californian number, it sort of scared me. I wondered if it was my dad or, a cousin of some sort maybe calling me.. I didn't know how I would react if it were my dad so I didn't want to answer it in the middle of a gym. I am not sure where a conversation with my dad should take place I don't even know what that sort of conversation would do. It is easier to just avoid the situation, even if means I might not see him again. That's pretty hard to say but, I can't risk my mental health to be dragged into some sort of chaos by him.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
How Gallade threw out the Trash
Gallade had always been cautious when it came to relationships. As a demisexual, he needed an emotional connection before he could feel any attraction. In a world that often seemed obsessed with quick flings and superficial connections, this made dating challenging, to say the least. But Gallade had always held out hope that he would find someone who understood him, who would value the deep connection he needed.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Confessions
