Friendship
My passenger yells at me for 30 minutes straight. Top Story - October 2022.
“Here when you’re ready” I press send on the message just as I pull into your street because I’ve learned that the mobile signal near your apartments is hopeless, so I need to send the message before I have zero bars. Besides, that usually gives me enough time to turn around before you're outside and ready to get into my car.
By D-Donohoe3 years ago in Confessions
My Life At 30 Years Old
So I pull a "fuck it" and let my hands flow on the keyboard, let my brain tell me what to write. I wanted to write about how great it is to be 30 years old, I wanted to write that I don't understand those who complain now that they have reached this age, but instead I will write about myself. Because I rarely write about myself.
By Viorel Secareanu3 years ago in Confessions
A Shitty (literally) Incident That Happened To Me at The Vienna Train Station
--- Whatever, that being said, let's take a short break from the travelogue of the 30 days in Europe and move on to the tragicomic happenings that happened, obviously, in Vienna. The main one, I say, which I consider the cherry on the cake of disappointments in this city, and a small one, but still shitty…
By Viorel Secareanu3 years ago in Confessions
Goodbye To My Lover
I am heartbroken. I am surprised that I can be heartbroken. It's been so long since I felt this strongly for anyone that I believed my heart was permanently calloused. It didn't hurt as much when my first serious boyfriend cheated on me, and it didn't hurt as much when I divorced. I didn't cry either times. I've always been cynical about love and romance. I maintained that Romeo and Juliet would have bickered if they had not killed themselves. Romeo may have had affairs while Juliet complained to her friends about his inattentiveness. Then I met Craig, and I fell hard. I didn't see it coming.
By Mihwa Lee3 years ago in Confessions
Madness
The person I used to be can never return because I won’t let her. She was naïve. She let her emotions dictate her life. She was explosive and reckless. She did her best, though, and I’ll forever respect her. But this new person that I have become came at a price that there is no refund for. Unimaginable loss. Tragedy. Pain. The lessons that I had to learn burned the old me alive. With no guidance or survival guide, the only thing left to do was transform. It feels like a lifetime has passed, a different time and place. But, if you look deep enough into my eyes, you can still see her weeping face. (Beauty in Darkness, by B. Vigil.)
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Confessions
Death
In just a few seconds, I managed to fall in love with that man. I managed to understand his pain better than I understood mine. I managed to tell my story, without fear. I managed to look him in the eye without hesitation. During our "date", I realized that I wasn't the only one who was suffering. In other circumstances, I would have tried to give him a chance, and I'm sure we could have built something out of all that pain. Maybe we could have a place of our own, separated from the rest and safe from suffering, but all that binds us and will manage to bind us from now on is death.2
By elizabet maggi3 years ago in Confessions
How to Protect Yourself from Financial Fraud
The pursuit of financial gain is typically behind most cons, although some are more transparent about it than others. Scammers could try to convince you to pay for something you don’t need or ask you to put money into something shady in order to get their money. The majority of them, on the other hand, are designed to harvest information for the purpose of financial gain.
By Estalontech3 years ago in Confessions
with you all the way
The shadow of the leisurely cloud pool is leisurely, and the things change and the stars move several times in autumn. Old things become yellow and people grow old, but a heart, which is the wind from east to west, never changes. Years slip through the fingers, and years pass by without knowing it. Once, I was a toddler by your side. Once, I thrived under your careful care. On the road of my life, there is you - Mom! You don't have the pedigree of a scholarly family from a wealthy family, so of course you will "roughly" educate me. However, I like it! Your sayings are like wind chimes for my growth. The long ringing of the wind chimes shows my bravery, my self-reliance, and my beloved heart!
By APRIL JOHNSON3 years ago in Confessions
