Teenage years

My War Against Books
I am not a great reader, despite growing up in a house full of books. I actually prefer words to books. I used to think that a lover of words had to be a lover of books, but, after agreeing to join a couple of book clubs, I discovered that the two are not necessarily compatible.
By Daphne Faye3 years ago in Confessions
Big Girl, Small Town
Karina was a gorgeous boss babe with a demeanor like no other. With her brown slanted eyes, full caramel lips, and nicely shaped hips, it was haaarrrd not to stare. She commanded respect when she walked into a room without saying a word and took your breath with her when she left. She was full of life because she already conquered one of her own. Now? She was simply enjoying the fruits of her labor.
By Dajon Tee3 years ago in Confessions
Six years ago, I was working in a company
Let me tell you a story. Six years ago, when I was working in a company, I had a close colleague, a woman in her 30s from Shanghai. Please call her Ms. Li. Ms. Li is very kind to me. Sometimes when I work late, she takes me out to eat. We got to know each other, and she used to tell me about her husband. Ms. Li's husband, who is nearly 20 years older than her, should be called Mr. Zheng. Before that, Mr. Zheng had an ex-wife. Well, Ms. Li was the mistress in charge, and it took nearly 10 years. According to her, when she was a little girl, she started dating the married Mr. Zheng. After getting married with Mr. Zheng, she could not stand Mr. Zheng and his ex-wife, so she regarded his ex-wife as an enemy, and from time to time ran to his ex-wife's micro blog to scold her, was blocked on the change of the trumpet-scold, no play no. Swearing at her ex-wife, arguing with her husband, teasing me was a large part of her daily life, and the daily battle made her look radiant. Mr. Zheng made A small fortune in foreign trade in his early days, but gradually declined in recent years. Perhaps working too hard in his career, Mr. Zheng developed diabetes and high blood pressure in old age, along with sexual dysfunction. For the latter, Mr. Zheng tried many methods, including taking Viagra, but the drugs had side effects that his heart couldn't handle. So, Mr. Li completely gave up treatment, began to Buddhist health. In his own words, the older he gets, the more he finds that many things are beyond his control. It is better to just leave them alone and let them go. In this way, he always keeps himself in a state of low pressure. After Mr. Zheng fell ill, his ex-wife cut off contact with Mr. Zheng, and Ms. Li quieted down for a while. Her ex-wife disappeared from her life, and her enemy became Mr. Zheng. Ms. Li found it impossible to live with her husband as a bestie. She wanted Mr. Zheng to treat her, but Mr. Zheng was not interested. Ms. Li began to have an affair with another man. Once, with lover phone sex, was caught in the act. Mr. Zheng did not say anything, this indifference, let Ms. Li's mood fell to the bottom. The more indifferent Mr. Zheng was, the more disappointed she was. She wished Mr. Zheng would stop her or throw a tantrum. Mr. Zheng just said, as long as you're happy. Ms. Li was very disappointed, and gradually, her disappointment turned into resentment. She kept blocking Mr. Li, adding him back from the blacklist, arguing for a divorce, and refused to enter the Civil affairs Bureau. Later, Ms. Li invited her lover to her home directly, and deliberately let Mr. Li walk in on her and Mr. Li's room. She has been making all kinds of accidents, trying to provoke Mr. Zheng, but all in vain. She tried desperately to get her husband's attention and just wanted to prove that she was loved. Her enemy was, in fact, an imaginary enemy. In this kind of life, Ms. Li seems to live younger and younger. For a long time she didn't tease me, I thought she was modified. Until I stumbled across her moments and found that she had shared several posts about depression and suicide. I quickly called her, the voice on the other end of the line was very sad. She told me that Mr. Zheng had passed away, with complications of acute kidney failure, and was going fast. She didn't want to live. There was nothing to live for. I tried to visit her, but I was turned down. She said she wasn't in the mood, wasn't interested in living, and wanted to go with her husband. Ex-wife, no longer in touch, Mr. Zheng also passed away, there is no object for her anger. All the enemies she had ever had in life were gone, along with her motivation to live. From birth, through adolescence, through adulthood and into old age, human beings spend their entire lives fighting their enemies. Enemies are sometimes real people -- teachers, parents, children, partners. Sometimes it's a virtual thing, like a test, a job, a career, an ideal, an illness. When you're young, you do everything you can to grow up, just to escape the control of your parents and teachers. As an adult, you try to make money and fire your boss. You've had enough of your partner and want to have an affair. Finally one day, the boss was fired by you; Your partner doesn't care where you spend the night; Your children, too, are tired of talking back to you; Your ideal, also dispensable. Then you find that life is boring! When you have no enemies, it means you have lost contact with the world, and it is time to say goodbye to the world. So, the most important thing in life is to make enemies for yourself. In the struggle with the enemy, we can truly understand their own existence, and give some meaning to life. Otherwise, this ethereal life, how difficult ah!
By 邱前程3 years ago in Confessions
Young Love: The Challenges and Benefits of Being a Young Couple
When you’re young and in love, it can feel like the entire world is on your side. Everyone you know is rooting for you to succeed and making sure you are well aware of just how lucky you are to have found love at such a young age. However, this also comes with some challenges that might not be expected. You get married sooner than anyone would expect, so it can be hard to keep up appearances when everyone knows exactly where both of you live. You might not have much money because your first jobs don’t pay very well and living together puts a strain on finances even more than your own personal funds ever did before. You might not have many friends who actually understand what it’s like to date someone as young as yourself, so social outings become harder to plan and attend. Perhaps most challenging of all; You find out very quickly what kind of person this other person really is once the honeymoon phase has passed...
By Avan3 years ago in Confessions
Life seems like a dream is laughing
We've been together for years, squeezed out of the crowd. Silly persistence, light faith, step by step for tomorrow. So we walked far, far away. Bitterness, tears, let us stand together through thick and thin. We look back and see the butterflies in the footprints and the cold, dark eyes.
By jiahuazhang3 years ago in Confessions
There is a beauty called cardamom time, it is green and beautiful symbol, there is a passage of time called water
When the morning's first ray of sunshine is aspersed to the earth, the rub sleepy eyes, I said goodbye to the yesterday's bleak willingly, look forward to create belong to today's elegant demeanour, I in the dorm on that a flash mirror, stretch my arms, to embrace I wake up, but the figure in the mirror, suddenly feel is so vague, confused. Am I not myself? The passage of time has forgotten me in the Courier station of youth. I am startled. Years of wheels relentless crush my youth, it has broken into a bit of wreckage, canthus also branded under the years of wrinkles. At the moment disappointment with old and interdependent. Cheeks no longer have the elasticity of youth, the body no longer flow of youthful passion, the heart no longer have youth ignorant.
By jiahuazhang3 years ago in Confessions
Youth, really very thin
It took us four years to fall in love with the land we had complained about so many times, but we had to leave at the last moment. Every year, when I see many students dragging their luggage out of the gate of the campus, I wonder why there are so many tears and regrets, until the pointer comes to this moment of our understanding:
By jiahuazhang3 years ago in Confessions
Unspoken Privilege
My earliest memory, in which I couldn't have been more than three years old, is of an unknown man getting into my mother's white Pontiac and slowly driving down our road. I was in my mother's arms, wriggling to pry myself from her grip and dash to the tiny community playground a few yards from us. I remember that it was summer and the sun was beaming into our eyes. The combination of sunlight and humidity caused a sticky film of sweat to form on my mother's skin and dampen her clothes. I don't recall her facial expression, so I couldn't tell you how she had reacted or what she truly felt in that moment. But she couldn't have been happy as she stood there, watching the man drive away in our only vehicle--never to return. Long after the white car had been driven out of sight, we stood there in silence. The typical sounds of summer echoing about the small neighborhood around us. The car had been repossessed. My parents had borrowed money on the title and never repaid the debt. Of course, I had not been aware of that then. But that had only been the first instance of my family being left utterly stranded. And unfortunately, it was not the last.
By Kansas Shelton3 years ago in Confessions
To: Gerard Bello
Dear G, I wish we could talk vibrantly again about art, creating, creativity again. You and Thuy were one of the first people to see me, to truly see me and the things I brought to this world. You saw me as an individual, separate from student or kid or whatever label that did a disservice to my whole being. And therein lies the problem, you saw me as more than a…kid. A child, really. You met me at 10, and probed me at 15. Where the boundaries got so muddled in between, I’m not sure. Maybe you both always saw me as a potential add-on to your sexual deviances, or maybe when you saw my body begin to blossom at 14 that’s when it happened.
By J M3 years ago in Confessions
Not a day goes by. Top Story - July 2022.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Not a day goes by that I wish you would have listened to me and taken that bus instead. Not a day goes by that I wish I was with you at the time of the crash. Not a day goes by that I don't mourn you. I miss your scent that perforated my nose. I miss your kisses upon my forehead. I miss the silly faces you would make when I was down. I miss you, and i still love you, and I always will. Life can be cruel, but death can be worse. Not a day goes by that I can't help but think what could have been.
By Julianne Algueseva3 years ago in Confessions
Late Night Panic
I’m eighteen and going nowhere. That’s right, currently, I am going nowhere. I feel like I’ve dug my heels into the thick and muddy dirt road of life and I can’t bring myself to put one foot in front of the other. It’s something a lot of people can relate to.
By Quintin Moore4 years ago in Confessions
Road Trip
Summer time and so far...lets just say it sucks. 17 years old and the last 3 months I've done nothing but plan my summer out, me and my boyfriend we were going to spend almost the whole summer together, and its all gone downhill. My parents are on a cruise, they really wanted me to go and who wouldn't want to go on a Caribbean cruise? This fool! He gives me butterflies and him whispering in my ear let's spend the summer together kept playing in my head over and over. I even turned down a trip to go to Florida with my bestie and friends. My parents gave me money and of course went over the rules of no parties.
By Tamika C 4 years ago in Confessions