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Word of the Day: 進捗
I came to school with a really heavy bag. I packed both of my computers in my backpack today. I guess I need to actually work too but I am just spending my time here for some reason. I am not getting financial aid, they keep sending me emails about that I made " changes " so I am like... ok I guess I have to handle it. It is very annoying. Hence why I am sitting here. My backpack is super heavy and I don't want to climb all those steps. I haven't eaten a lot lately. I mean I am happy I lost like 4lbs so that's good but, I am pretty miserable for the most part.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Realize I Was Ruining My Own Life Until It Was Almost Too Late
By: Tazamain Khan For a long time, I believed I was doing exactly what I was supposed to do. I stayed busy, pushed myself hard, and ignored anything that felt uncomfortable. I told myself that stress was normal, exhaustion was temporary, and success would eventually make it all worth it.
By Tazamain khan about a month ago in Confessions
The Fear of Being Seen
Introduction The fear of being seen is something many of us carry quietly. It hides behind our smiles, our silence, and the carefully curated versions of ourselves we present to the world. We want connection, yet we dread exposure. We long to be understood, but we fear judgment. This inner conflict shapes our choices, our relationships, and even our dreams.
By Aiman Shahidabout a month ago in Confessions
A Room where I Finally Met Myself
By Fatima Sami The door clicked shut, and for the first time in three decades, there was nowhere left to run. It was a modest room—four walls painted a shade of eggshell that seemed to bruise in the twilight, a single window facing an oak tree, and a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight on my chest. I had spent my entire life avoiding this specific brand of quiet. I had filled my hours with the frantic hum of career goals, the static of social media, and the constant, exhausting performance of being "fine."
By Fatima Sami about a month ago in Confessions
I can feel it . Content Warning.
I dunno what is in store with me ,but I feel like there’s going to feel something great : Have you ever in your life felt like that? Like as your heart is beating real fast with joy ? That feeling where you know or aware what it is ,but do not know what it is ( if that makes sense )? That feeling that you cannot put your finger on it ? That one where you have to keep silent and say what it is but not even a single soul ? Yeah that feeling.
By Erica Williamsabout a month ago in Confessions
I Was a Good Kid. Really I Was!
I was a good kid growing up. Well, for the most part. As I reminisce on my childhood, I honestly can’t recall doing anything that got me into trouble or scolded for. Of course, ask my parents and they might tell you a completely different story.
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a month ago in Confessions
Childhood Confession: I Was Afraid of Something So Silly
Most of us were afraid of something when we were little. A lot of times, that fear was common, like that monster in the closet that you always had your parents check for or that chair with a pile of clothes on it that looked like a a witch or some for creature as soon as you turn the lights out.
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a month ago in Confessions
Rebels with a Cause
Throughout history, progress has never come easily. Every right we enjoy, every freedom we celebrate, and every injustice we condemn today was once defended by brave individuals who dared to speak up when silence felt safer. These were not rebels for chaos — they were rebels with a cause. Their voices cut through fear, challenged authority, and reshaped the world. While many faced punishment, exile, or even death, they proved one timeless truth: real change begins when someone refuses to stay quiet.
By Aiman Shahidabout a month ago in Confessions
After He Was Gone: Part 2
Distance Returned Without Warning After campus, I moved to a different city for work, and just like that, the distance returned. Not just the physical miles between us, but the emotional space that had once felt like a canyon. Life moved quickly with new responsibilities and new routines, and the noise of becoming an adult filled my days. The calls became fewer. The visits became fewer than the calls.
By Eunice Kamauabout a month ago in Confessions
