Teenage years
I Grew Up Screaming Misogynistic Lyrics — And Now I’m a Feminist Who Still Knows Every Word
When I was fourteen, my favourite song started with a beat that made me feel unstoppable. It was California by Hollywood Undead — loud, aggressive, confident, and so dripping in misogyny that it practically left a stain.
By No One’s Daughter3 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of Labels
I did not get angry because I was attacked. I got angry because I felt invisible. That is what labeling does. It reduces a human being—a soul with thoughts, experiences, and convictions—into a set of categories that can be dismissed before they even speak.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Confessions
The Symphony of Us
My world had become a museum of quiet. Each room in my apartment was a carefully curated exhibit of a life I no longer lived. The grand piano in the corner was the centerpiece, a silent, polished beast under a sheet of dust and regret. I hadn't touched the keys since the accident. The music, once the very blood in my veins, had drained out of me, leaving behind a hollow shell named Elara.
By noor ul amin3 months ago in Confessions
The Café That Waited for Her. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly 8:05, Adrian unlocked the doors of Café del Mare, a small seaside coffee shop in Lisbon that smelled like cinnamon and saltwater. He wasn’t the kind of man people remembered — quiet, polite, always writing in a notebook between customers.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Confessions
12 Undeniable Signs Your Partner Truly Loves You
Love is a language, and not everyone speaks it the same way. Some whisper it in late-night conversations. Some show it through tiny gestures that often go unnoticed. Others shout it without saying a single word — through actions, care, and quiet consistency.
By SATPOWER3 months ago in Confessions
A Fragment of My Truth
This is the sad and hard truth about growing up without your biological parents. I was sent to live as a foster kid at a very early age. You don’t really understand why—you’re just bouncing around, confused, longing for mom and dad. Eventually, my maternal mother took charge and brought me and my three sisters together. But soon after, we were separated again. I never felt much connection with my two older sisters, but my little sister and I had a bond. We protected each other—at school, at home, even when we didn’t behave the way our grandmother wanted.
By Teodoro De Jesus3 months ago in Confessions
When Hearts Speak Without Words
I met her on a rainy afternoon, the kind of rain that soaks you to the bone and makes the world feel both cold and alive at the same time. I was running late for work, clutching a coffee that had long gone cold, when I saw her standing under a broken umbrella, laughing at the sky as if the storm had arrived just to dance with her.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Confessions
“The Last Letter She Never Read”
I met her on a quiet Tuesday evening at a bookstore tucked between two abandoned shops. She was standing in the poetry section, her fingers tracing the spines of old books with the kind of reverence that made me stop in my tracks. I didn’t know it then, but that moment would mark the start of something I would never forget.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Confessions
What a Girl Goes Through
I look at you and I don’t want to. I look at you and my eyes water with regret. I look at you and my mind clouds with anger and bitterness. I just want to yell louder and louder. Loud enough to knock the pictures off the wall. Loud enough to make you cower and shrink. Loud enough to see the regret in your eyes. The fear. If I yell loud enough the things I’ve been trying to tell you might make it past your thick skull and your closed ears. If I yell loud enough the thoughts will leave my mind and haunt you instead. If I yell loud enough I might scare you. That’s what I want.
By Grace Olson3 months ago in Confessions
We Fell in Love Too Late
The first time I saw her, she was laughing in the rain. I was running late for a train, soaked to the bone, clutching a coffee that had already gone cold. She stood there—under a broken umbrella, smiling at the sky as if the storm had arrived just to dance with her.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Confessions
