Friendship
Past to the future
Just thinking about growing up is scary. When your a kid all you want to do is grow up, but in reality as you get older, your wishing you can go back to being a kid. It’s sad thinking about one day you will be out of high school and the friends you once hung out with you are barely ever going to see again. It’s sad to leave the school you been in for the past 4 years. The last time you step on the field for marching band. The last time you pick up a flag, a rifle, or a saber. It’s sad to see all the hours you put into being good just disappear. All the effort you put in to see improvement. All the friends you made for doing all the sports and activities. And not seeing them everyday after school for practice. Not being able to win another game or go to another practice together. Or most of all leaving the family you were once apart of and being able to talk to for anything and not worrying about being judged and hated for who you are. You were accepted. Yea growing can be tough and a lot of changes go on in your life. But you can get through it. No matter what it is, someone else’s day could be worse. Yes you may lose friends throughout the years. But you’ll gain more. More people that make you laugh and believe that they want you in their life. They will make an effort to be there for you no matter what. All of this is just scary. We willl be out of high school and be going to college. Soon you’ll have a real job and getting a house. Getting married and living together. Having to pay taxes and all of that can be so stressful. And one day having kids. Then you think about when you were a kid wishing you could grow up and now wishing you can go back in time when you were a kid and not having to worry about paying taxes going to work. Life goes by so fast. There is no time to hang out with fake people who bring you down and make you feel depressed. Because believe it or not, your life will just slip out from under you and you will be regretting not doing what you wanted with your life when you were younger. So don’t waste your time on shit that’s not worth it. Keep true friends that make an effort to be in your life and believe that everything will be okay and you’ll be glad you did. Because you might not be here the next day and you’ll be wishing you didn’t waste your time being an idiot and caring what people thought of you. Just be you and try to do your best no matter what. Doesn’t matter if people can toss a saber or shoot a basketball better than you because one day by working hard and not giving up you can achieve your goal and showing that you can do anything you put your mind too. You never know what your capabilities are unless you try. Don’t give up on life because someone that died yesterday could have had a plan for the morning or someone hat died in the morning could have had a plan for the night. Don’t push things off and say you’ll do it another time. Or you have plenty of time to do it because you never know where your life will go. You don’t know if today is your last day you see your family or friends. Don’t let life slip out from under you because you’ll regret it in the end and realize how much you spent worrying about the stupidest shit that went on. Believe in your self and live in the moment. Life will create its own path. So be glad you wake up every morning. “Every one has mountains to climb but Always stay humble and kind. Don’t take for granted the love that this life gives you.” Appreciate every day that you get on this world. Yea it can be a little messed up but god wanted you here and made you for you not to be anyone else. Your the only one that can play your role. Don’t change it because people don’t like it. Be you because you like it and be confident in who you are.
By Olivia Sybesma4 years ago in Confessions
Denial Led to My Regret
It is unfortunate that most of us have had to deal with the reality of loss, and with it have had to go through the stages defined as part of the grieving process. I believe the depth and scope of these stages (denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance) for an individual likely depends on the relationship that existed with the one who has been lost.
By Lucy Warren-Hastings4 years ago in Confessions
Sayonara
We met in junior high, 2004. We didn't become friends immediately, I will admit I think she was threatened by me (as narcissistic as that sounds), and I was uninterested in her. When I started attending her junior high, we clashed - a lot. We wrote rude notes to each other, gossiped, and tried to split apart our mutual friend group. She earned the title "Drama Queen" very early on, and wore that crown well, even at thirty-one. One particular petty fight led to her claiming I was bullying her and she called her mom to pick her up. Even as I rack my brain to try to remember all the details, I just cannot. One thing I do remember is, her mother telling her, "if you don't want to get caught saying something, don't put it down on paper for people to read." I will forever remember these wise words from such a bitchy woman.
By Hilary Hall4 years ago in Confessions
The Size of Your lips changed
Please let me go Caleb, you are not here, and I don't want you to be. Not white and not black. I want home to come get me, so I can heal in an environment where nothing you showed me exists, the bad feelings don't exist either. I have never felt more alone, and you only kick me around in these dark days, after you broke my brain. I don't know what is real and what is not real anymore, that is why I demand I go where I know it's real. Where I know an XL male shirt, doesn't fit someone with my build.
By I am me Amanda Nissen/Champion4 years ago in Confessions
The Old Songs Are The Best
The Old Songs Are The Best is a phrase that many people use when they get older. I usually reply that at any given time 95% of music is at best forgettable , and it’s up to us to find that 5% , and I try hard to do that.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
LA Brats
I was watching a documentary about coming of age in the nineteen nineties told by a bright young girl with a bright future and a hit signature show on NBC. Not bad for a seven year old. She is candid, honest ( sometimes embarrassingly so I would imagine). The information and film footage is gritty and real. The presentation is pure and captivating. It’s like watching a train wreck, YOU CANT STOP. Except this train wreck is being operated by all your favorite teen stars from the 90’s.
By Ronald Todd Woodward4 years ago in Confessions
I Meant to Call You
I meant to call you. I suppose that is easier to say than it is to actually do sometimes. The calling part I mean. We live in a world where technology has taken over our entire lives and even with the ability to call someone right at our fingertips we text, Snap or Zoom instead.
By Rebecca Fegan4 years ago in Confessions
My worst Mistake
I didn’t mean to do it. I was angry. I don’t know what else to say to make it better. Or even less scummy. She was beautiful, someone I could have dreams about. Instead of working in sales, she would’ve been an amazing model. But if she’d done that, I wouldn’t have had a chance.
By Najah Muhammad4 years ago in Confessions
Friend or Foe
As the day that anyone who knows me, knows is a very uneventful day for myself. With my mother at work, and we all had Christmas the day before, when family was family and not jealous people, who I will never understand. This is why I have been creating my own family, and sadly, your not in it when you use me or anything my last name is able to get, the ones who acknowledge my truth, which is not theirs, and even though most of them have accepted it, when there was nothing to gain. Seems like once their is something to gain, suddenly the ones who should of never stopped caring are against me, which they know won't work, so it must be their cast offs who genuinely believe I am here as competition. Like WHAT competition, you delusional bitches?
By I am me Amanda Nissen/Champion4 years ago in Confessions
A Life-Changing Perspective
It was just another regular Tuesday for me at college and I was enjoying my art class. It was an almost four-hour-long class as it was every once a week. The sun was shining and surprisingly it was a pretty day outside for the season of fall in October 2018. My family friend texted me as we used to attend the same college and had offered me a ride to his house as our homes were pretty close by and his mom or dad would drop me home. He was on medication and he was limited to driving from school to home and work due to a drinking and driving incident. He had a breathalyzer attached to his steering wheel and he had to breathe into it before he would start to drive and while driving from time to time as he had explained to me.
By Navistha Singh4 years ago in Confessions
