Stream of Consciousness
How I Learned to Be Gentle with My Mind
For most of my life, my mind was a battlefield. It wasn’t loud or chaotic in a way that anyone else could hear, but inside, the noise was constant. The judgments, the overthinking, the quiet self-criticism disguised as “motivation.” I didn’t know it back then, but I had built a home inside my head that was anything but kind.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Confessions
I Loved Him Quietly. He Broke Me Loudly.
I Loved Him Quietly. He Broke Me Loudly. There was no grand confession, no dramatic chase in the rain, no roses, no fireworks. Just a quiet kind of love—the type you feel in the stillness of the night, in shared glances, in the unspoken. I loved him in moments that didn’t need to be loud. I loved him in coffee cups left warm for him on sleepy mornings, in text messages sent without expecting a reply, in the way I never needed him to be perfect—just present.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
I Loved Them, But I Chose Me
There’s a particular ache that comes with leaving someone you still love. It’s not the explosive kind of ending where betrayal draws clear battle lines. It’s the quiet kind. The kind where love still lingers—but your soul knows you can’t stay.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Confessions
Digital Ghost Towns: The Rise and Fall of Online Communities. AI-Generated.
There was a time when the internet felt like a neighborhood. You'd log in not just to consume, but to belong. You had a username, a signature, maybe even an ASCII avatar. Forums buzzed with late-night debates, LiveJournal updates felt like whispers between friends, and blog comment sections were where you checked in after class or work. Every space had its own rhythm, its own inside jokes, its own culture.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in Confessions
“I Lied About Who I Was Online for 3 Years — And No One Noticed”
I never set out to lie. Not really. At least, not at the beginning. It started as something small — a harmless embellishment, a tiny white lie. Just a little tweak to make me seem more interesting, more confident. Someone worth listening to. Someone worth knowing.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Confessions
Forgive Me, Mother — For Everything I Never Said
It’s been five years since you left, and I still can’t find the right words. Maybe that’s the real tragedy — how easily we speak in anger, but fall silent in love. Maybe I never told you what you truly deserved to hear.
By The Doctor7 months ago in Confessions
You knew.. Content Warning.
The stories still ring in my ears, almost a reminder of how badly the sound truly was. Oh, but that naive, carefree girl was head over heels. Devoted, but dumb to the fact the entirety of our relationship consisted of three things: lust, daddy issues and trauma.
By Izzy Jean7 months ago in Confessions
Solution Sharpens Vision. Growth Demands Isolation.
Amara had always been surrounded by noise. From childhood, her days were filled with the clamor of family, the chatter of friends, and the constant hum of the city she called home. She thrived in social settings, energized by the presence of others. But deep inside, a small voice whispered that something was missing — a clarity she had yet to find.
By Mahayud Din7 months ago in Confessions
