Teenage years
I Broke My Own Heart
Not because of a fight, or betrayal, or some dramatic moment — but because I had slowly stopped recognizing myself in the mirror. My smile was still there, but it had become mechanical. I laughed at the right moments, said the right things, kept up the routine… but inside, something had gone quiet. I wasn’t in love anymore — I was in limbo.
By inam ullah9 months ago in Confessions
What If I Found My Daughter on OnlyFans? A Conversation We All Need to Have. Content Warning.
For the past couple of weeks, a thought has been haunting me. Just imagine this for a second. You’re online, scrolling mindlessly, maybe curious, maybe just killing time. You decide to check out one of the OnlyFans channels—you know, just to see what the hype is all about. And then… boom. You freeze.
By Clinton Wanjala9 months ago in Confessions
The Council Estate and Me. Content Warning.
Chapter One – The Unspoken Rules The flat smelled like sweat, damp socks, and something burnt from two nights ago. It clung to the wallpaper, the furniture, even Jamie’s school jumper, no matter how often he tried to air it by the window before putting it on. It was the smell of council living, stale and permanent. It was like the estate had decided it was part of them now. Even clean washing came out smelling like defeat.
By ColdHardCash9 months ago in Confessions
Sisters of the Soul
Sisters of the Soul The Challenge That Forged an Unbreakable Bond Ava and Lena met not by blood, but by fate. Their friendship was the kind of rare magic that most people search for all their lives. It was effortless — built on glances, laughter, and long conversations that stretched into the night.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Confessions
The Girl with the Green Scarf
The first time I saw her, it was on the 6:42 a.m. train from Willowridge to Northcrest. She wore a pale green scarf and held her coffee like it was the only warmth she had in the world. I never believed in love at first sight. I still don't. But there was something about the way she looked out the window, as if searching for something that kept escaping her.
By Chisty9 months ago in Confessions
The Letter I Sent, But Could Never Speak: A Confession of Love and Heartache
this is probably the only heartbreak love themed "thing" I believe I'll ever write. a few years back I wrote a letter to my crush. writing this was so strenuous as I got really emotional writing it. my heart actually felt painful and heavy when I mastered up the courage and sent him the letter. after all these years...I still don't have him . without further adeu this is what I wrote to him-
By E. hasan9 months ago in Confessions
My Story of Growing Up Invisible: Their Needs Always Came First
When you're raised in a home where your parents' needs are always the priority, you learn quickly how to disappear. You adapt, you accommodate, and eventually, you forget what it even feels like to want something for yourself. That was when I was young. A life lived in the shadows so that others could shine. We seemed like a functioning family from the outside. My parents were educated, respected, and active in the community. They maintained steady employment and attended every school function, parent-teacher conference, and neighborhood barbecue. But behind closed doors, the dynamic was starkly different. Love in our house was conditional—granted only when you served a purpose, fulfilled an expectation, or validated their sense of self.
By MD Tarek Aziz 9 months ago in Confessions
Exclusive: Documents show differences over US peace drive for Ukraine
LONDON, April 25 (Reuters) - Ukrainian and European officials pushed back this week against some U.S. proposals on how to end Russia's war in Ukraine, making counterproposals on issues from territory to sanctions, according to the full texts of the proposals seen by Reuters. The sets of proposals from talks between U.S., European and Ukrainian officials in Paris on April 17 and in London on April 23 laid bare the inner workings of the shuttle diplomacy under way as U.S. President Donald Trump seeks a quick end to the war.
By ANIK MONDOL9 months ago in Confessions
Maybe I Was Wrong: A Confession I Needed Years to Make
🌧️ The Day I Walked Away I still remember the last time we spoke. You messaged me something simple — a “Hey, just checking in, you okay?” But I wasn’t okay. I hadn’t been for a while. I was angry, hurt, confused… and worst of all, ashamed that I didn’t know how to say it.
By Aleesha Ilyas9 months ago in Confessions
