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Amor Quod Poenitet
I don’t know why I’m here. Or maybe I do. I’m upset, and I shouldn’t be, so I have to write all of this away from the eyes of the people who can’t know I’m aggravated. Yet again, I was hoodwinked and blind to what was in front of me because I thought someone was cute. More than anything, he was convenient. I don’t like relationships, nor was I looking for one, especially with a 15-year-old boy that lives in the south. Considering how adamantly he tried to get me to date him, I eventually caved. "Why not? What’s the harm?" So I said yes, and he was sweet and it was so easy for me to think I made the right decision. Long story short, the relationship was more than one sided as it progressed and it just ended up with me crying more than me smiling. He cut it off, which I was glad for, because I just didn’t care. It was nice to say I had a boyfriend, for PR, I guess, even if it was just like having the ghost of one there. After he cut it off, I tried to be friends. I always try to be friends if we didn’t part terribly, and I regretted that, too. He had a history of racial slurs which I tolerated because I was simply numb to it, due to “meme culture” I suppose. He crossed a line when he commented the “n” word with a hard r under a post my blood mother and family could see. He didn’t understand that I didn’t want someone calling me a n*gger in front of my mother, or, at this point, at all. We argued briefly, but in the long run I dropped an ultimatum that he (for some reason) agreed to. Like he ever cared about being on good terms with me.
By Ollie7 years ago in Humans
The Fame
In my head, the crowd is already screaming out my name as I ignore my phone for the hundredth time. It's my daughter's first birthday, but I can't think about that now. The crowd needs me. I crave it. The beginning of the rush fills my veins and I breathe it in. Cameras flash and the beginning of the first song strikes through the air. My crew's lips are all moving at once, screaming the tasks my way, all depending on me, but I can't hear them; I can't hear my phone ring; I can't hear my wife shaking her head, but I can hear the roar of the crowd, "The Fame." It's all that matters. I run on to the stage, throwing my arms in the air, and scream at the top of my lungs. They chant my name, the name that belongs to "The Fame." It's not my real name, but that doesn't matter now. I sling my flaming red electric guitar over my shoulder, feeling the weight of the money in this one hunk of metal heavier than my house payment. The lyrics flow out of my mouth like second nature, like it's meant to be, and the fantasy of "The Fame" becomes reality. My body is numb. I feel nothing but the electricity under my feet that's beginning to wane. Leaving my crew behind mid-lyric, I throw my guitar to the ground and jump. I jump off the stage into the arms of the crowd. They don't know the real me, only this shell of a person, only "The Fame." I crave it, but it'll never be enough. They bring me back to the stage, and I perform like it could be the last. I'm free. It's everything I've always wanted, but it'll never be enough.
By Ira Lowells7 years ago in Humans
Homosexuality and Christianity
This is a story of the many confusing and disheartening tribulations surrounding my experiences with my sexuality and my family's views of religion. I have only spoke on this topic with my immediate family and friends, however I have come to realize that many individuals within my demographic struggle with the same issues that I had. Hopefully my journey into this realm can help inspire and encourage people like me to realize that they are good enough for this world, and take action to blossom into the beautiful souls they were destined to become.
By Jacob Adams7 years ago in Humans
After Every Storm...
Honestly, where do I begin? My first post on here and there's so much to write, so much to say. I didn't want to start off with a sad post and talk about my feelings, like a diary. I didn't want to scare you guys off. I didn't want to be that person. So, let's start off with a love story and a positive outcome.
By Jennifer King7 years ago in Humans
It Was Never About... Me?
Do you remember the one feeling of being loved so much your heart would calm down? Or actually feeling so happy that you can't contain your smile? She made me feel that way. I remember expressing every single emotion I had because she made me feel safe. I could be myself. I didn't understand what being that happy could be. I always despised people who were so happy and I always questioned myself when would I meet someone who could make me feel that way.
By R0yalcee7 years ago in Humans
Letting Go of Unhealthy Friendships
I love this picture, a black and white picture of two people's pinkies barely holding on. A grip is still a grip, though. It'll keep you there as long as you hold on.
By Yuli Ruvalcaba7 years ago in Humans
Boys: I Don't Care About You If You Don't Wear Vans
Lets start off by covering the basics. Everyone, I'm not as materialistic as everything in this post sounds. I'm actually the biggest grub ever and I wear the same shit week to week and I thrift all of my clothes and/or steal them from my ex's closet. I actually have very little standards for dudes that I date. Just the bare basics such as human decency. Respect. Confidentiality.
By Lauren Day7 years ago in Humans
3 Things That Lead to Heartbreak
One of my most important functions as a dating and relationship coach is to help people get over heartbreak. Before I can help anyone find the love of their life, it’s crucial that they truly let go of their past. If you’re currently struggling with a broken heart, check out this video I made about how to get over heartbreak here.
By Heart Centered Universe7 years ago in Humans
Is Your Boyfriend a Secret Meninist?
My ex-boyfriend is a meninist. I didn't know this at the time, and, wisely, he never directly said this to me although sources suggest he was open about it in other social forums.
By Ziggy Moth7 years ago in Humans
The Art of Self-Love
Self love: “Regard for one’s own well-being and happiness.” Are you loving yourself today and putting your needs first? It’s ok! If someone tells you you’re being selfish by doing so tell them it’s the most selfless selfish act you could do for you and those you love. Let that soak in...❤️
By Charisma Dawn7 years ago in Humans
Life After Love: Part 12
MARLEY During summer, the days were longer. In Texas, they went on forever. I was up to my last errand of the day, before heading back home to change for Freddy's birthday picnic. I'd been planning it all week despite my heavy work load and I expected everything to go off without a hitch. I sent the invitations via mass text and most of the people I invited had secured their RSVP's except for two. I already knew Danny and Serena were going, but they hadn't RSVP'd yet and I felt as if they purposely do it just to tick me off.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater
Cheaters. They are everywhere. Men, women, non-binary, everyone can be guilty of infidelity. Just to be clear, we're not talking about cheating in a game of Monopoly. I never quite understood why people cheat. Why would you go and sneak around with someone when you could just break up with your partner and then go fuck around with whomever you please? It's that simple. However, not everyone thinks this way.
By Ria Baez7 years ago in Humans