Teenage years
Kindness and Empathy
There are many moments in our lives that have a big impact on us, shaping who we are and who we become. One such moment for me happened several years ago when I was in my early twenties. It was a small moment, but it had a profound effect on me and helped me realize the importance of kindness and empathy.
By Khayam Ilyas3 years ago in Confessions
The Price of Fitting In.
A Personal Story of Regret and Redemption. When I was young, my family moved to a new town, and I had to change schools. I had just completed primary school, and I was excited to start the next chapter of my academic journey. However, the transition was anything but smooth. My new middle school was semi-government, and it was partly funded by the trust. This was a far cry from my previous fully private school, which was quiet and peaceful, with no bullying or discrimination.
By Tania Saleem3 years ago in Confessions
My Story
My name is Clara, i came from a family of six. My parents, two brothers, one sister, lol and myself inclusive. I'm from a christian home. Growing up as a child was tough, not financially but socially, my siblings and i weren't allow to go places, like visiting friends, sleepovers, hanging out with classmates, we were always confined in the corners of the house. whilst my parents leave they would lock us up and make sure to keep everything we might need, the experience was crazy.
By clara henrietta3 years ago in Confessions
Teenage me
"One thing I wish I was ever told while growing up as a child was that teenage life was actually the hardest process one would pass through in life, especially when you have just a few people by your side and everything you do just seems perfect in your eyes.
By Esther Usman3 years ago in Confessions
Sincerely
Dear mother, It's thanks to the bullshit you put me through that I am distrustful of everyone in my life. My brothers, your husband, the people you coerce into my life, everyone. I barely trust myself. So, I thank you for that. You want to know my reasons for such distrustfulness? I’ll give you the main reason: Critter.
By Jennisea Redfield3 years ago in Confessions
It Wasn't Healthy
"It wasn't healthy". Those are the words I've needed to hear for 9 months, the words I keep forgetting. It's so easy to romanticize relationships you're no longer in and so easy to forget all the bad things that they did to you. I realize that now. And I realize that I've known this for how long now and yet I still get sad. Why do I get sad? Sure, I loved him, I know that, and I think he loved me too but like I said, it wasn't healthy. (So why does it matter how I felt about him? Why does it still tear me apart to think about his hand in mine?) Not for me. Not for him. We're coming up on a year and I'm still asked "What happened?" or "How is he?" or "Are you guys still friends?" But my question is, why can't the past be left there? Why can't we let the peace settle? Why does it have to be disturbed? I want to leave him behind, I do, but I'm struggling. I need help. God please help me, I can't do this on my own and that's what I am; on my own. This whole thing has separated me from the ones I love. It's made me question every decision I've ever made. But most importantly, I question the whole "thing", why did I do it? I knew he was a bad idea, I knew I'd regret it. I've definitely learned my lesson, or have I? Am I looking for him in my current friends? In my crushes? In all my relationships? I went through all of it, all the pain and all the suffering, and for what, for a mob of unanswered questions? He is a recurring theme that I'm tired of writing about. He is a season that I want to change. A school year that has lasted too long, I want my break. I need my break. He is a weed that won't die, he's suffocated me, and now I'm a lawn being infiltrated by something so ugly and hateful. I am a flower who can't bloom because I've been robbed of my warmth, of my sunlight by a dark stormy cloud. To live I need the cloud to drift off in the distance and yet it's still so close. I struggle to survive day to day.
By Zae Johnson3 years ago in Confessions
The Fragility of Life
It was a sunny day in the summer of 2009, and I was just a sophomore in high school. I remember walking down the street towards my friend's house, where I was supposed to spend the afternoon. It was a short walk, and I was feeling pretty excited. We had planned to spend the day playing video games and watching movies, which was all I really wanted to do at the time.
By John Porfy3 years ago in Confessions
When I Bleed From More Than One Place
I told Chris I was coming over to watch some movies with him before the dance. It was the most hilarious thing. I was sitting on one end of the sectional couch and he was sitting on the other, meaning there was room for at least five teenagers to sit between us. His parents were on their way out, having a big night on the town, but before they left, his mom was stuttering something to us. Something about how we weren't supposed to make out. She was deadly serious.
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
The Lord of the Night
Of all my boyfriends, I only officially dated one guy from my hometown. I was having a bad night and I wondered to myself how long it would take me to get Benjamin to ask me out. As it turned out, it took two and a half hours. Why does no one want to play hard-to-get with me? Why does every guy just give me what I want?
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
Millennial and Gen Z
Millennials and Gen Z are two generations that have experienced significant changes in technology, culture, and society. While they share some similarities, there are also significant differences between these two generations. In this article, we will explore the key differences between millennials and Gen Z.
By swetha3 years ago in Confessions
Six Guy Porch
I was driving home from Edmonton and as I pulled up to my house, I had six guys waiting for me to come home. At least two of those were my cousins, but still, I was thrilled that they were there. They carried my luggage and promised to take me to the movies that night. We were going to ride in my cousin's Volkswagen Beetle. Which meant, I was sitting on someone's lap. And at the end of the night, as I peeled myself off of Jack's lap, he called to me saying, “Call me tomorrow and we'll walk to the school together to pick up our schedules.”
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
