Teenage years
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
Hawai'i Memories
The sun beat down, bright and warm. The salty sea air enveloped me in stagnant humidity. Little waves lapped against the vaguely sandy lava rock several yards away from me, and palm trees crowned every surface that could be interpreted as a horizontal line. When people describe the spring in Hawaii as paradise on earth, they’re not lying. It definitely is. It’s also really hot. However, if you saw the subdued form of a 13-year-old me on the beach that day, you’d think I was in a miserable place on a cold day. There’s a photo somewhere, probably buried in a photo album in my parents’ house, of me sitting on that beach in Kona, Hawaii, with my knees pulled against my chest, one towel wrapped around my legs like a skirt, and another wrapped around my shoulders like a blanket, and with my arms crossed over my stomach, covering as much of me as possible. I look cold, maybe ill. Either way, I look miserable. But I wasn’t cold or sick. Aside from a minor cut on my foot that I got from tripping on a lava rock while trying to take a photo of a sea turtle earlier that day, I was in great health.
By Olive5 years ago in Confessions
Confession of Something Stupid
Dear Evan, For this part on leadership I am using a story which I like to call, Confession. Hope you enjoy. “I just don’t know about that,” replied Brad as he leaned back in his chair. Cushions tied to the black, wrought iron were surprisingly soft and comfortable.
By V. H. Eberle5 years ago in Confessions
A Wonderful Feeling!
It was Sanjay’s first year at his new school in Nagpur, India. His father worked for the Central Government and every few years he would get a transfer and the family would move with him. Sanjay was anxious about his board exams at the end of the school year. Grade 10 would not be easy but he was looking forward to completing it. His class had 32 boys and 14 girls.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Confessions
And just like that
I knew I was attracted to both sexes when I was 7 years old when I was in 1st grade. I even recall my first guy crushes. Their names were Michael Thornton, Zack Killian, and Cody something his last name escapes me (Especially Michael Thornton woo Jesus) but I recall telling myself that I didn’t (in kid speak) "like them like them" and I recall my rationale being something like telling myself I adored them for being entertaining and nice and cool, but clearly, I couldn't put my finger on it because that terminology wasn't available to me yet at that age and as I grew older, I would tell myself that I didn’t want guys I just noticed if they "looked good". Like how girls can/are allowed to acknowledge if other girls look good and still be straight. There was lots of self-loathing, self-doubt, confusion, denial, loneliness, etc. I recall some nights begging god crying to make me normal and saying I would do ANYTHING if he would just make me "normal". The feeling of being the only one, the fear of being shunned by my family, friends, school teachers, peers, etc. And the list goes on and on and on because at that age I didn’t know there were millions like me out there it felt like I was the only one, and I thought I was going to hell because of what I had learned in church my entire life, and that scared me to death, etc.
By James Eli5 years ago in Confessions
Excerpt from "Confessions of a Small Town Drug Addict"
Trigger Warning: Rape and SA, Abuse, Kidnapping. In the summer of 2003, I experienced one of the scariest nights of my life. Gerry and I had gone to hang out with Ash and Zayn along with Mario, an old friend of Gerry’s. Mario didn’t want to stay as long as we were there, so, me being one of the only people with a car, I offered to take him home. Gerry didn’t come with us because he wanted to stay and hang with Ash and Zayn. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but that was about to be one of my biggest mistakes.
By Melissa, the Empress5 years ago in Confessions
When Mr.Colorado met me for Canada Day!
I guess what's sad about this story is that I can't remember his name, no matter how hard I try. My friends and I were celebrating Canada Day in Baddeck, when I say my friends and I, well I'm that girl who fits in any crowd and can change who I'm with and where I'm going within seconds, even at fifteen years old.
By nikkii-Nichole XXMZM5 years ago in Confessions
I couldn't be my 21-year-old self
It was early in the morning at a McDonalds getting breakfast when I got an email from my 21-year-old self. Present day, I'm 30, but on the last day of living in my university flat, I apparently sent myself an email to the future.
By CJ Francis5 years ago in Confessions
Woman and the Shower
When I was little, about four or five, I used to take showers with my dad. It was a 70s style shower, nestled into the corner of the bathroom, with a glass door and dark blue tiles. We would sit on the tiny shower floor and play with plastic bath toys. We would pretend to be witches and make potions out of conditioner and soap. There was no shelving, so all of the shampoo and conditioner and soap bottles were kept in a corner on the floor; that to us became a castle, a mystic fort of our kingdom. Sometimes we would create a wild flood scene by sitting on the drain, or there would be a battle between the farm animals and the dinosaurs. We would sit there, in our square meter world and play until the hot water ran out.
By Alyssia Balbi5 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Cultural Catholic
My name is Kathleen Marie Patricia, and I grew up Irish Catholic in Boston. Like everyone else I knew, I attended twelve years of parochial school and went to Mass every weekend. I didn’t even know any non-Catholic peers until I was in my teens. These kids went to public school! They were like exotic aliens to me.
By Kathy Copeland Padden5 years ago in Confessions
