Stream of Consciousness
Word of the Day: 四面楚歌
I am going through paperwork and old calendars I saved. Last year I had a lot of people in my life and it was hectic. Looking back I feel like it was just a waste of time since none of those people really helped me get to a better spot in life. I did enjoy some of their company's but I feel like it was a lie most of the time. They were just paid to humor me without really caring.
By Kayla McIntosh11 months ago in Confessions
The calmness I feel when I hear the murmuring of the wind
There is a sort of stillness with the wind: Not silence, but murmur: an older language than words. I have attempted for many years to understand how it calms me, how it oozes into the creaks of my rest like a balm. Not the wind itself, but of the sound it makes: how it moans over power lines like a half-asleep cello, how it whispers through dry autumn leaves like it is telling a secret, how it whines against windowpanes on cold nights, a lullaby for the solitary.
By Nova Drayke 11 months ago in Confessions
Why I Choose to Be Alone, Yet Never Feel Lonely
There is something magical about midnight. When the world is asleep, I find myself truly awake. The silence of the night wraps around me like a comforting blanket, giving me a space where I can just be myself. It is in these quiet hours that I feel the most alive, the most connected to my thoughts, and the most at peace.
By Lokesh Kumar11 months ago in Confessions
Embracing the Silver Lining: How to Discover Hope and Purpose After Life's Mistakes
Nothing compares to the sense of complete helplessness and despair that follows significant failures and mistakes in life. It feels like your heart is being pierced by a dagger. Usually, the mistake hits us so hard that it takes months or even years to get over it. I've been in that position a few times, and each time I made a huge mistake, I questioned how I could forgive myself. Some of these were serious errors and setbacks; they all destroyed me. There were times when I thought I lacked the strength to continue. Not on an emotional level. Not in a spiritual sense. Not in the mind. And certainly not in a physical sense.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
The Power of Growth and Perception
Navigating Challenges, Strengthening the Mind, and Transforming Your Journey through Reflection and Action I have indeed taken some risks in my life, made radical decisions, done stupid things, experimented, failed, experienced things.I write on the wall what I know without demiurging in order for others to learn a lesson.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Confessions
This Confession
The final line from Brett Easton Ellis' controversial 1991 novel American Psycho resonates with me deeply: "This confession has meant nothing." As a summation of what has gone before, it casts doubt on the Christian dicta of confession, absolution, or forgiveness. It makes a mockery of the notion that to "get it off your chest" will bring one a sense of inner peace. For the character of Patrick Bateman there is no "inner peace"; there is a grinding cycle of narcissistic delusion, self-aggrandizement, violence, and the complete and total realization that in his simulated world of surfaces, he will never be taken to task for the carnage he exteriorizes on subjects that are little more than fleeting representations of individuated egos. Stock characters, NPCs in his ever-world of disposable miniaturized souls.
By Tom Baker11 months ago in Confessions
Word of the day: 吸血鬼
My mom sucks the fun out of everything. I bought a new bed that is assembly required. I was doing it by myself for a bit before she came home and I was like " How fun~ " but I unfortunately needed her help when she came home because I didn't have a philips screwdriver and she then decided that she wanted to help me out with it. But all she did was complain and all of a sudden I found my body hurting and less happy about the project.
By Kayla McIntosh11 months ago in Confessions
Lost Relationship through time
Dear Little Sister, Do you remember the first time we met? It was at your birthday party. For those who don’t know, my step mother was a clown that was hired for a party. It was a typical day for me. I was there to help hall my step-mother’s magic wagon, balloon holder and face paint bag grabber. Basically I was a pack mule. I didn’t mind it so much because I was getting paid to do so. Little did I know how much you would have meant to me in the future.
By Jessie Lynn Nelson11 months ago in Confessions
Boarding School Pranks – Three of the Best I Got Up To
I was inspired by a story from Paul Stewart last month: Paul relays a story about when he was at school and had to face the head teacher. It was about something he had done but could not own up to, so he lied.
By Calvin London11 months ago in Confessions
An open letter to the voices in my head
Dear Echoes in my mind I understand how enraging it becomes from time to time to express yourself, to finally say what's on your mind, to bury your sadness and angst through my being. Because I know how infuriating it is to be confined in an endless labyrinth of what-ifs and curating the worst-case scenarios for every stance we go through. I know all you are trying to do is protect me from the potential perils of my existential stride, to shield me from the externality of how horrendous the world could be. I behold your concern, I see you as you are and I feel your pain, but I want to be honest with you and I am tired. I am tired of your constant whispers of how bad the world is, how everything can turn against me or how I can become better because the present me is not good enough.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
