Teenage years
18 FEELS LONELY
I feel dejected. I just took down all my pictures just because a guy told me I don’t look that good, because he saw nothing but flaws in whole of me. But am I any different from that guy? Didn’t I give him the confidence or right to see flaws in me? Yes .Truth be told I try everyday to hate myself a little less, I try my best to be nice to people around me that is my family. I not only feel dejected, but scared , insecure, I know am pushing myself way too hard just to fit in this modern advance society. And ofcourse that’s what is expected of an 18 year old teen . My anger issues knows no remedy. I just don’t know how to stop myself from slapping myself, punching myself, throwing things. Family can never help. They only push me down. I mean they support me in everything but how to express them I don’t fit in amongst my so called friends, that I get rejected for being myself, cause ofcourse for them their daughter is the best, she’s the prettiest. But you know am not.
By Neer Bukharia5 years ago in Confessions
My First Time
Every one likes to think back on their first time fondly, but honestly I just wanted to get it over with. Sex isn't something my family was ever comfortable talking about. My grandmother used to throw herself over every romance novel I caught her reading just in case I caught a glimpse of a sex scene. My mother would launch herself in front of the tv if a sex scene came on, right up until I was 16.
By Mae McCreery5 years ago in Confessions
The first time my heart was broken
When I was 8 years old the church I attended sent the youth to a summer camp at a church in a nearby town. A yellow school bus picked up about 20 of us Monday through Friday and we went to a center that was located next to the church in the other town. One day we went on a field trip to Mill Mountain and there was a long winding uphill drive that terrified me. I looked out the window and thought we were going to fall over the side and die.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
How To Make An Album No One Will Hear
Step One - Take Piano Lessons Because Your Mom Says So You’re sitting at the piano. To your right are about twenty-five or thirty expectant faces. Bored fathers, calm mothers, fidgety siblings. Your own mother and brother are in the front row, smiling encouragingly. Your brother’s already had his turn. He’ll come away with second place this year for his rendition of a much-simplified Can-can by Offenbach.
By Eric Dovigi5 years ago in Confessions
Tales of Bette: Who Was Greyson's Brother?
Bette on It: Weird Adolescence. 8th Grade. An Excerpt... October 1999 Bette followed the crowd of kids inside and saw Tylor and Greyson first in the hallway outside the gym. Tylor was dressed as a werewolf and Greyson was dressed as Batman. "Hey guys. You look great!"
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Confessions
Ripped Raw!
I am not going to lie, I have a confession. I really struggled in my teen years. Having an undiagnosed medical condition for most of my elementary and all of my high school years gave me way too many hours in bed, contemplating life, thinking much too hard about things that I could not control. I was hurting. I had many friends that had gone thru self-harming, I watched on the side lines, thinking that perhaps this was the release I was looking for. I was preparing myself educationally and mentally to become a school psychologist. I was very aware of the idea of the temporary relief some found from cutting themselves and knew that this would not be a positive choice. But, when life deals you some unfair cards sometimes you start thinking outside the box. So, my journey continued and I eventually made the decision to start cutting. Now I know what you’re thinking, cutting herself? The answer is No! I actually had stumbled upon and found great pleasure in the cutting and ripping of material! The way the scissors sculpted the cloth, slicing and shaping my masterpieces, even the sound of the blades striking together, it became so rewarding! I began searching the topic of clothing ripping and cutting and I was fascinated to learn about a couple of interesting topics.
By Holly Allison-Kay5 years ago in Confessions
Ready, Set.....
I was late to the party of self-confidence. You see, being bullied by my peers from primary school onwards, wore away at my ability to understand my worth. I was told I was talented; a very artistic person. Gregarious, verbose and gifted at many things. This was all fine and good, but the blinds were down and dark clouds filled my brain. Negative self-talk consumed me.
By Kate Ashforth5 years ago in Confessions
Tales of Bette: The All-Night Graduation Party. Raymond and Company
Bette On It: Weird Adolescence. June 1, 2004. Excerpts... Bette took some time to walk around the event center to find other people to sign her yearbook and talk about old times. A guy named Raymond told her that her Lady Marmalade dances at prom were a total turn on, and he grunted and put his hand on his crotch. They had flirted once or twice in physical science class freshman year, but she couldn't believe he was telling her this. She told him to call her, but the look on his face was total shock when she was sincere. He was joking around, she wasn't. The politics of high school didn't matter anymore, she didn't care what people thought. She was single. He was a blond, auto shop, farm boy-type; totally different than anyone she had been interested in before. She wasn't even sure if she was interested, but why not give someone new a chance? It was more of a chance than most guys had given her. She wrote her phone number in his yearbook, applied a layer of lipstick, and put a kiss print next to it. It was another What the fuck am I doing?! moment, but when she walked away, she could feel her face turn red. Ray's buddies with him made lewd comment about getting 'two hands full' and his 'wick dipped,' and she heard all of it. She found Skye and Terry and told them about what had just happened with Raymond. Skye told her she had heard that Ray likes to 'take care of his ladies' but make sure to make him wear a condom. Bette said that anyone who wants in her Wheelhouse is required to have Rubbermaid tires.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Confessions
Tales of Bette: Ozzy's perspective, After midnight January 1, 2000
Bette On It: Weird Adolescence. 8th Grade 1999-2000. An excerpt... Midnight came and went and Ozzy and Vanessa didn't even kiss when the ball dropped. Vanessa offered to give Bette a ride, but she didn't want one, she wanted to walk again. Tylor had already crashed, and Greyson grazed on popcorn and consulted a Magic 8-Ball with various questions. Ozzy saw Bette to the door.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Confessions
How I Became a K-poper
It was summer 2008, I was only a 19 years old clueless second year student of an university. I was in the car of Aru, one of my besties back in the university days, there were also with us, Aderu, Shanshan, Myonk, and Mermer, we were singing along of Big Bang's song titles "Lies", crumpled in Aru's tiny 2007 car. That was how, I became indulged in kpop, that was how, I became the die hard fan of Big Bang (even though now I no longer their fan anymore).
By Ratri Kelana5 years ago in Confessions
Hair Comes Trouble
I’ve always been obsessed with changing my hair. I'm never happy with it for long. I’ve always felt my hair has been what helps define me. I look at it as a reflection of my personality. I’ve changed colours numerous times and I’m patiently waiting for the opportunity to go to the salon for the first time to have it properly coloured to red and pink. I’ve never really been bothered about the length of my hair though. When I was growing up, I had the bowl cut bob and all throughout my teen years, I was constantly changing it from long to shoulder length. I had always had my mum’s friend, who was a mobile hairdresser, come to the house and cut my hair the correct way. That was until one day I decided to act on an impulsive decision to try and cut my hair myself.
By YesItsMocha5 years ago in Confessions
