Teenage years
Does This Mean I'm Crazy?
Before you start reading this, I'm going to warn you. This passage is dark and I'm not sure if you'll like it. I needed to share it though. It's something I struggle with every day and while it's probably not the healthiest thing, I've learned to live with it. Now I'm here to share my feelings with you, but if you feel uncomfortable reading about self mutilation or about the mind of a crazy person, I'd suggest you go find something more light-hearted.
By Kay-Cee Ballejos4 years ago in Confessions
Will I ever be someone's Valentine?. Top Story - February 2022.
Longing for what others had When I was in the 4th grade a girl in my class received a box of Valentine's candy from a 5th-grade boy. She was about to turn 12 was fully developed and more mature than the rest of us 9 and 10-year-olds so it seemed appropriate that she was the one. She had breasts, wore a bra and had hair underneath her arms and I saw her as the image of what would befall the rest of us in a few years.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Confessions
I Died at 17. Top Story - February 2022.
I was 17 and had no personality. I had let go of my dream of being a fine artist, so I could avoid being labeled “the kid who can draw.” I hid my music taste because I didn’t think mainstream pop music was "cool enough" for coming-of-age Black-American teens like me. I also allowed the identity of being an identical twin define me.
By keenan xen4 years ago in Confessions
Save Me , Please
Based on True Events. Nobody loves and cares for you . Everybody just wants to take , manipulate, hurt , break , and damage you the best way they possibly are able to . I am a victim of rape . And this is my story , my family has always been abusive to me for years since I was 2 . They tortured me , beat me and has never loved me nor care about me even living . I’m 20 I’ve been getting sexual abused for 3 years by my ex-boyfriend, but wait don’t judge me . Trust me I didn’t know . With the impact of me being domestic abuse , sexually abuse , physically and mentally abuse , it really messed up my mind . A little. I got tired of my family abusing me in all ways possible I was tired of crying , praying to God Yahweh and asking for help , no one has ever help me ,loved me or cared for me, ever . My biological mother did the worst out of them all then lied about it if I was to tell someone anyone exactly what she allowed and what she was doing to me . All she does is lie even more and switch the story on me like I’m the bad guy I’m sweet , kind and I stay to myself . My biological mother is an masterminded-manipulater , she can make you think what she wants you to think , what she wants you to do and what she wants you to say . She is full all types of negative energy. My biological mother is jealous of me wants to be me soo bad that he hurts her she hates me because I’m pretty smart and beautiful so she tries her best to make me feel bad about myself she made it towards I couldn’t get a job or have money . Whenever I had money she would take it .My biological mother would tell me she’s going to giving me money or get me something then comes to my face with some brand new items . She gets my hopes up being lying then tries her best to hurt even more .Every single time my hair was a hot mess she loved it , me being sad , ugly , stress and depressed made her happy as could be. Ig just made her day whenever I wasn’t happy which was hardly and rarely . Whenever I got money I would hide it and get my hair done . I know I have 20% white in me but I’m still a black queen , it’s so much that needs to be done to my hair I don’t have it easy . In hair , in life , or in anything . I wish I could wake up and just leave the house or wake up brush my hair and enjoy my day . My biological mother kicked me out the house because she was mad that I did my hair she is jealous of me wants to be me and hates me because of my beauty . I left for 4 months staying with a so called friend of mine (female) . I have never been able to escape away from all the abuse even staying with “ a friend of mine “ (female ) I got abuse in many ways . I got tired of it there with her and living with my biological mother. Myself and my ex boyfriend started to hang out everyday we got back together , every time I’m sleep or awake he would just take my clothes off of me and start to have sexual inter courses with me . I had no choice but to lay there and take and cry I did not want to leave from by him I was happier staying with him I knew the sex is with kept us close , I rathered to be with him then to deal with the abused of my own biological family. But you know. People say what I went through was not rape . In their eyes I was never raped , so , what somebody has to beat me , tie me up and tortured me for it to be rape . Rape is disguised in many forms I never wanted to have sex with him , but the sex keep him around . Keeping him around meant I had somewhere to stay and I was away from my abusive family . The first time my ex boyfriend raped me was when we first got together in 2019 , we stayed in the same apartments he always blow up my phone acted like he loved me but there was never love between me and him at all . I saw my ex boyfriends messages he wanted me to come over by him so by him being my boyfriend and all I went it was 5 am in the morning. I do not play about my sleep I went over to his house and layed down and went back to sleep , I was half woke half sleep , when he pulled me on the floor . He put pillows under my knees began to take my clothes off and raped me . Once I’m sleep I am sleep I can’t wake myself up my body wakes up itself on it’s own . I was half sleep half woke. Even thou I was sleep I knew what he was doing . We were together for 3 years I only , only agreed to have sex with him 4 times and I got raped every day for 3 years straight . I can’t so no or stop or even fight him to push him off he still continue to rape me I’m small I’m 108 , he’s athletic and works out and is a male he’s way stronger then me , i did try everyday to fight for my life , I would fight back I would beg him to stop but no , never that . So I let him raped me I would rather to get raped everyday then to live in the household I lived in . Of course he was cheating on me with males and females but I didn’t care I didn’t love him nor care for him . I lost love for my ex boyfriend the first month of us dating because he cheated of me , so I was alright. Three months before we broke up I found out that he had two girls pregnant one was two months and the other was 9 months about to give birth any day . He knew he had to take care of the babies and babies mothers so we broke up . I went back to my domestic abuse , sexually abuse , physically and mentally abusesive family . Things got even more worst . All of a sudden my period stop coming for two months I didn’t mind it because I’m always sad , miserable, stressed out and depressed and that causes your period to stop sometimes .It passes by 5 months, I now go to college , it’s January 31,2022 , I went to wellness and found out I had chlamydia . For 3 years I was only with my ex boyfriend and only my ex boyfriend I knew he was cheating but I never really thought about it and what he could have give me . I was just happily trying my best to get away from abuse so it never crossed my mind. I sat there and cried and it was so shocking because I got a checkup in June meaning I contracted chlamydia from my ex boyfriend in August. I had been having chlamydia for over 5-6 months and I didn’t even know I had it . Still till this day I have flashbacks and still I am very unhappy . I am still sad . I am still alone . I am still ugly . I am still stressed . I am still depressed. I am still nothing . I still suffer in pain . I’ve never had love or someone to care about me or for me in any way I didn’t finish high school simply because it had got so bad towards I didn’t have any clothes or transportation to get there nor I have any hair to go in my head . I truly and honestly blame God for my life being how to it is . He could have save me but he didn’t he watched me be raped abused and tortured he watched me cry out for help everyone did and nobody yet has help me and God he himself doesn’t even like me . I’m seriously a sweetheart I stay to myself I love to laugh and to make others laugh I’m pure and filled with positivity . Anybody who doesn’t like me is just jealous of me . Chlamydia is cure able . I’m still living my miserable life …To Be Continued
By Kaailai Bae🤍4 years ago in Confessions
The Only Time I Felt Cool in High School
Some songs take you down life's journey of seemingly insignificant moments and memories that grow all the more special and significant as time goes on. I often attribute songs to individual people who have influenced my life or exposed me to those specific creative tracks in the first place. Occasionally the same song can serve two roles; one role for an individual person and another to represent a period of time in my life. I'll never forget one such special timeframe, and the individual who made it matter.
By E.L. Martin4 years ago in Confessions
Wings
At 6 years old, I wanted to be a fairy-wizard. I even had my babysitter borrow a spells and potions book from the library to have her turn me into a fairy. My wings are supposed to sprout at 20. I am currently 19 and nothing has happened yet, so safe to say that was fake.
By Caroline Mckenna4 years ago in Confessions
Lost my vCard at 17
So yeah guess what I was about 17 years old still in high school and it was my second to my last year of being at the school at17 was was not my last because I had to be there for five years anyway that’s not the story .the thing is that at 17 I went to the mall a lot and did all my galevantin thier .I was also online dating so yes I met my online dates there . You betcha I used online date if sites to find all sexual parters . People in high school said never have sex with some one at the school so I had no other choice but to do it online I was a homebody and still is . you can leave me alone about that because I still haven’t learn my lesson but I can’t seem to heal my scars .
By Cindy King4 years ago in Confessions
Gothic Lies
If his name was Lee, I don't quite remember. He was skinny, sick, gothish, but not by choice. A true goth. Life, it seemed, was actually out to get him. Where ever we met, I also don't remember. I want to remember it was in the TV room. We had a TV in our room and a bathroom for an extra $35 per month, but they played shows like The Simsons and Ren & Stimpy in the large room walled with couches. We only got the channels that played hockey night in Canada or the news, which I hated.
By Regan Smith 4 years ago in Confessions
Miss Ledbetter Road
--- It's the summer before 8th grade. I'm working on my basketball game to destroy the hearts and minds of every middle school baller in the county. I almost never thought about girls, well with the exception of Miss Americas beautiful naked body: Vanessa Williams.
By Timothy Kincaid4 years ago in Confessions
