Teenage years
Allegro Apassionato
“You uh, still playing cello?” Asks my cousin’s husband at every family dinner. “No, I quit,” I respond. But he’ll ask again in a few weeks, because he wasn’t really listening to the answer. He’s just trying to make cordial conversation with his dour teenage cousin. Somehow, Dad is always within earshot. Sometimes he’ll make a quip like, “Yeah, right after I bought you a four-thousand-dollar cello,” but after a few rounds of this exact interaction, he says nothing, just walks away.
By Brett Lalli 4 years ago in Confessions
7 Seconds of Shame
I put on my pajamas and pulled my sleeping bag into the lounge. I recognized his from the all school camping trip we had taken earlier in the year. Pulling mine over next to it, I unfastened the tie and laid it out flat. The rest of the guys were already sitting there when I arrived, but only he greeted me. I had talked to the rest of them a few times, none of them were what I would call friends.
By Jake William Edwards4 years ago in Confessions
Guilty Pleasure
It was a sunny day in Los Angeles, California. The birds were splashing in the sprinkler puddles while the family dog lapped at the water on the pavement. A black car parked on the driveway. A woman stepped out and walked into her home from work with an exhausted look on her face. She walks in to find her son, raving angrily because his job has him stressed out. The father ignored them both as he typed on his computer, working on his presentation. Before she went to take a shower, the mom left a cardboard box, gently wrapped in ornate maroon tissue paper, on the kitchen table.
By David Bravo4 years ago in Confessions
A Mess of a Story
I don’t know if I will ever truly reach “inner peace”. I am a stupid teenager in a stupid world with stupid friends and a stupid life. However, stupidity isn’t always a bad thing, or even negative...in my life, anyway. Stupid can be messy, and angsty, and hard-headed like myself. A messy and cluttered brain -or a “glitchy brain” in my therapist's words- means I have a variety of options to choose from to help express myself, and ways to turn the stupidity into creativity, using that to make the art I call writing...it’s like recycling.
By Audrey 4 years ago in Confessions
Pizza Place Terrors
When you live in a town like mine- Everybody knows your name, And if they don’t know your name they’ve heard some sort of story with you in it. My preschool was down the street from my house, My Elementary school was down the street from my preschool and all I had to do was leave my house and walk less than a block to get to my middle school.
By 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 ☾4 years ago in Confessions
You Can Have Your Cake... and Shove it in Your Monster's Face Too
Dear Diary, I have these issues because I am a control freak. Well that is what Counselor Kelly told me. She had me take a long test to basically reveal my deepest secrets. Joke's on her. I knew what she was up to and gave the answers she expected but I didn't accentuate on the gravity of my issues. I wasn't about to be put in an insane asylum.
By Amber Boedeker4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Senior Class Trip
The year was 1988 and I won the lotto. Well, for a newly turned 18 year old it was like winning the lotto after my name was drawn as one of a limited number of high school seniors able to participate in a multi-school class trip from Cedar Rapids, Iowa to New York City. I was excited (nervous) to go, my first real travel to territories unknown!
By Amy Lovelynn5 years ago in Confessions
Unraveled
A four year old girl hunkers in the dark corner of her closet, clutching her cat Max tightly. Her parents are at each other's throats, again. She sobs silently into the cat's soft brindle fur. The cat moves uncomfortably in the girl's arms, but he doesn't run. Even as the girl sinks her face deep into the cat's side, as though she could somehow escape the hell of her surroundings by doing so, Max patiently stays put.
By SempiternalSoul5 years ago in Confessions
The First Meme I Made
Respect was always a two-way road for me, I reciprocated others actions. Since I was overstimulated and the environment wasn't challenging me, I found a lot of time to fight with the adults of my high school educational system. I wasn't winning in anything.
By The Passionate Autistic5 years ago in Confessions
The Sloth in a Blink of an Eye
Waking up to sloths. Lingering on the present confused on where to go in life. Seeing the future ahead of me but unknown to where to start. Results to distraction and separation from the world around me. Look through the phone in search for something motivating. Time goes by as the average person does, you struggle to find the push and drive to keep going. You look over the wants and goals that were created reignite the fire within yourself. No solution is built and the fire or motivation created only lasts for a short period of time.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Confessions
