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It's 2021, I'm 30, and I'm still into the bad-boy romance novel redemption arc.
This might seem like an odd thing to "confess". But it's a confession nonetheless. A dirty little secret I keep to myself. I know I'm not the only one. Because these books are being published on mass and there are SO many chapter by chapter novel apps for this exact niche. It's romanticised in TV shows and film and runs heavily through traditional theatre.
By Jessie Waddell5 years ago in Confessions
A little too Vocal?
My embarrassing moment may have just been an unintentional promotion for this website. I cringe at the thought. I was going to use something from my childhood, teenaged years, that sort of thing, but that's expected during that age. Those don't bother me.
By Sierra Ginae.5 years ago in Confessions
I Read My Boyfriend’s Messages and Never Told Him
When I first met my boyfriend, we became acquainted in a dimly lit room at Diva Haunt. Diva Haunt is a sectioned up haunted house that we both inadvertently decided to volunteer at for fun. The building was an old ballerina studio, so it was already a little creepy on its own. He was 28 and I was 22 at the time. I didn’t really find this age difference a problem.
By Nikkie Evans5 years ago in Confessions
Emptying The Tank
I don't often dream, but when I do, I'm either being brutally murdered by a family member or doing something dreadfully mundane like going to the bathroom. Believe it or not, the bathroom dreams are the scariest. Everything else can be discounted as fantasy and fiction, but these, the ones when I envision myself doing things that I regularly do, seem real and visceral. Like the lines between our world and the dream world are temporarily blurred, and I lose the ability to distinguish between the two. These dreams plagued me periodically throughout childhood. There was always this overwhelming sensation of wakefulness.
By Laquesha Bailey5 years ago in Confessions
The Time I Fell Asleep in my Exam Hall (and snored).
Secondary school is something of a distant memory for me now but there is one memory that I doubt I'll ever forget, no matter how much I try to. Looking back I can laugh, but it was a different story in the moment. Just over two years ago, I was 15 years old, fresh off a week long stint of musical performances as the lead in our schools 'Grease' and trying, hopelessly, to keep up with the schoolwork being thrown at me. Being thrown into a completely new friend group after my school year was split in half would've been awkward enough on its own without a gruelling rehearsal schedule for a show that ended up finishing the same week as my Christmas exams.
By Paul Heder5 years ago in Confessions
I Blamed My Brothers so I Could Watch Rugrats
I was not always the sweet little girl that my father thought that I was or wanted me to be. He was always busy doing the single parent thing, so we kids were home alone a little more than might have been good. We would get home from school about 3:00pm and he would pull in an hour or two later. If there was an emergency, there was always someone home next door, so we weren’t exactly the typical latch-key kids.
By Alicia Springer5 years ago in Confessions
