Dating
Finding New Love
My mom affectionately called me a ping-pong ball. Not only when it comes to my career endeavors and art projects but also when it comes to relationships. Just this past June, I ended a long-term relationship with a man who, after six-and-a-half years and plenty of placation, still couldn't find within himself to take the next step to commit.
By Jessica Gill4 years ago in Confessions
Diary
October 19th, 2016 Where will I meet him? Or her? Will I be seized with passion to go somewhere, be somewhere, because deep within I feel I have to? Because the soul calls to me and mine calls to it. The bond. The surreal bliss, passion, addiction, serenity but also filled with excitement, thrill, joy...
By Dea Kronyka4 years ago in Confessions
A Hopeless Crush
I know I have lots of life left to live but I want to share it with someone special. That’s not to say I need a significant other because I am extremely independent, however, it would be nice. The worst part of being single is that I’m a hopeless romantic, so every person I find attractive or develop minor feelings for my heart will go crazy. Once this happens I’ll start to fantasize about what it would be like to date them. It seems harmless because it’s all in my head but when I do this I always end up disappointed because my crushes never become anything more. Even though this is true it doesn't ever stop me from developing a crush, which leads me to my current hopeless crush. I won’t reveal too much about this person because I am afraid they will see this even though that most likely won’t happen, I’m not going to risk it, so for the sake of this story, I will call this person in august after all that’s when I met them.
By Marieann Inzunza 4 years ago in Confessions
Unrequited Love
I never meant to fall for him, this boy with dark brown hair and eyes that matched the color of the sea on a stormy day. I never meant to fall for his smirk as well as his smile and the way he seemed to never care about anything at all. I never meant to fall for him and maybe that's why I fell so damn hard.
By Penelope4 years ago in Confessions
To the one who broke me, when I was already broken.
Hello again, Enjoy, what I should have said to you a long time ago. No, before you ask, I am not writing this to get back at you. And I am most certainly not writing this to make you feel like you have won. Because, you did not win, if anything you should be ashamed of who you are, and I should have been smarter to know that you were trouble. I am not here to make you feel bad about yourself, you know, like the way you made me feel? I am a better person than that, and I do not have the capability of hurting people, but I will speak the truth about you, finally. And I am sure the other girls you completely shattered will thank me for this, too. I remember when we first met, I held the door open for you and you replied "Cheers," except I thought you were saying "Thank-you" in your language. So I did what any human who loves to learn would do, I went to Google and searched how you say "Thank-you" in your language. I found out how you say it, and I knew that was not what you said, but being the curious person I am I just had to know.... and also, shocker, I thought I could try to impress you if I learned a few words in your language. You messaged me on Facebook, do you remember that? (I even still have the messages) Hmm, probably not because I am sure you played that game many times. In fact, I know for certain you played that game many times. I knew what kind of person you were. I knew you thought you could get anyone you ever wanted, and the thing is, you were right, you absolutely could get anyone you want. Not just with your looks. You were good. At hurting people that is. Allowing them to think you were there to save them, then once you caught them you ruined them. I was not the only vulnerable girl who fell for you, as I hinted earlier. Anyways, back to where I left off. You messaged me on Facebook, and my goodness was I happy, I was so incredibly happy that I smiled that whole day, and let me tell you, not you, but everyone else reading this, that day was one of the worst days of my life. You were so sincere, I told you about what I was going through at that time, I told you how I was hurting and how I was no where near ready to pursue any type of serious relationship, because I was just about to end one very soon. And most importantly I was not looking for someone to use me for what disgusting, insecure guys use girls for, sex. You even said you would bring me ice cream because I was so upset, and you did, but ice cream can not fix what you did. I trusted in you, even when everyone told me not to. How stupid am I right? I stuck up for you, anytime anyone said anything bad about you, I was the first person to speak up and defend you. I did not believe the stories I heard about you because I wanted to get to know you for myself. That was nice of me wasn't it? I told you I was not the type of person to judge anyone until I got to know them, and you knew I stuck up for you. So a question, why did you let me do that? Why did you let me look like a fool? I will tell you why, you are the type of person that hides all of your emotions, you pretend you live in a world that is all rainbows and butterflies, when in reality your world is crumbling around you. And no, you are not the only one, people feel defeated every day, but it takes a beautiful person with a strong heart to admit that. So there I was, there we were, I gave you my heart, I gave you the chance to change the person everyone was right about, and you failed. One of your close friends told me that he thought you finally fell for a girl, me. He thought that you were going to change, that you were actually going to care about somebody besides yourself. And I thought you were different too, I thought you really cared for me. I remember going home one weekend, to do what I was planning to do, end my relationship. I remember being absolutely heart broken, I did not want to face what I knew I needed to do. You knew I was having a hard time, and you were there for me. The only time you ever talked to me about something serious was when I asked about your ex. You showed me the gift she made you and how she hurt you, she lied to you, and she broke you. Some days, I wonder if she is the reason you are who you are, she should not be, you should grow from the things she did to you. But honestly, who even knows if she did do that to you? All you did was lie, and frankly I never knew what to believe. But I felt sorry for you, and I still do. We were sort of going through the same thing, I feel like that is why we became so close. I did enjoy my time with you, until I realized you were only using me. You used me for everything, my body, my money, my car, and probably other things that I do not know about. I do not know exactly what your intention was, but I know you absolutely sicken me. You still never paid me back for all the food I bought you, and no I never asked for it back because again, I am a bigger person and honestly I just did not want to deal with you or face you anymore. You are the reason I am very cautious about people, now. I was too complicated for you, I was too emotional for you, this is what you told me. I forgot people hide their feelings now and I forgot caring for someone was an awful thing to do. Also, I had to start protecting myself, so I tried to forget about you. So we ended, you never looked me in the eye ever again. You walked away without any hesitation. Until, the day of our Spring Fling, in that moment you changed, again. I know, it is because I looked beautiful right? Or maybe because you thought you could get "lucky" again, well you thought wrong. The whole night you kept smiling at me, saying how great I looked, and I knew I looked amazing, that is what my plan was, I wanted to play my own little game with you, and it worked. You got to admire my beauty and my big heart for the last time. And when I left the party I had hoped you were ashamed of all you had done to me. I still hope you are ashamed to this day. Yes, I will forgive you because I know you are the one with the insecurity and like I said I only feel bad for you. But let me tell you, you hurt me the worst, out of any other relationship I have ever had, you broke me the most. I still wish the best for everyone I meet, including you. And I hope I was the last person you broke, if not, please, stop. No one deserves to feel that worthless and disrespected, I am strong enough to get through it, but others might not be as strong. Hearts are fragile, and you are incapable of protecting them, so do not try to. Thank you for making me a stronger and more insightful person.
By Katlyn Oliver4 years ago in Confessions
Cut It. I Won’t Cry. Or how one evening adventure can last for years.
When I moved to Lisbon at some point, I felt like a soldier on a mission. Besides the exciting feeling of novelty offering unlimited possibilities to rewrite my entire life, I felt like I had to cut every excessive piece of my personality. Starting with hair.
By Helen Vechurko 4 years ago in Confessions
Finding a New World
Married for thirty-two years and widowed for eight for a total of forty years makes me the newest kid on the social interaction block. Facebook and Instagram have been my first two social media accounts. Just recently found out that I was going a bit too fast for the comfort of someone I felt a genuine liking to, she kind of likes me also. But that is all and wants us to be ‘just friends’. The more I reach out the less she responds. I guess this is part of the new way things are handled today. You are supposed to get it that if they don’t answer, it means they are not that into you and to leave it at that.
By Ismael Fernandez4 years ago in Confessions
🙄Not Another Teen Love Story❤️❤️❤️
A young girl fell into the frozen pond an accidental occurrence which led her there in the first place as she pleaded for her life fighting the bitter coldness of the frozen pond keeping herself a float by swimming and swimming no one was there, a young guy seemed little older than the young girl was passing along and he noticed her he was hesitant at first but then he held out his hand to her and saved her, she was so ice cold and shivering the guy gave her his jacket and lifted her up. The young girl knew the boy from school. He is older than her by a few years. She began to secretly have a crush on this guy after this very encounter. But her savior was very strange and very aloof towards anyone, he was an orphan he grew up in the nearby orphanage by her home.The town they lived in only had a population of 100. So for the most part everyone in town knew one another very closely by their first names.
By Corinne Del Cid4 years ago in Confessions
Dating Terms for Noobs: Part 1: Breadcrumbing. Top Story - August 2021.
Bread crumbs. They’re delicious crunchy bits of carby goodness. They enhance basically any recipe, they can be used to manipulate small winged creatures into being your friend, and they’re superb for abandoning small German children in witch-infested forests. Recently though, the term has been used to describe crumby behavior on dating apps.
By Chloe Gray4 years ago in Confessions
