Friendship
That Day at the Dehradun train station
When I was 14 years old I was living with my family in Dehradun, India. Each summer I would go to my grandparents’ house in Lucknow, which was more than 550 km away. My good friend Rajeev lived there as well. He was a neighbour’s son in my grandfather’s housing colony.
By Anshuman Kumar4 years ago in Confessions
No.
I was always told I was such a “yes” girl. I was wild, I was free. I did things for me, or so I thought. What I didn’t realize was that while I told everyone else “yes,” I wasn’t appreciating or listening to myself. The pull between self and society is straining. If you don’t know how to balance yourself, it’ll pull you apart.
By Brittany Jean4 years ago in Confessions
Scene 16
Dear Av, I have noticed you've been oh so silent. Your Instagram going white, nowhere to be seen, no calls, no texts, and I have sent many letters that went unnoticed by you. If you wish to end such a long friendship like this, so be it. However, your silence will not be the last word, for I have much to say..
By Ali Ryerse4 years ago in Confessions
The Aftermath of Friendship Breakups
I can't quite describe what happened in detail. Right after we decided that we were done, I erased everything that remotely related to our friendships. I blocked their numbers and social media accounts. I deleted our chat history. I threw out the journal that was my emotional support after our fights (it's actually not a fight since it was them attacking me verbally and I just sat there taking it in passively). Every evidence that showed how close we used to be was discarded: photos, videos, gifts. The first time was painful and long. The second got shorter but not in the least, any less torturous. How could it be gut-wrenching when you ended a relationship you thought would be long-lasting?
By Chau Trieu4 years ago in Confessions
My 911
Around September the 10th 2001 I was flying over the East coast of the USA to touch down in Mexico for a two week holiday. I was working for a company called SSS who provided IT support for Morgan Stanley who had a big presence in the World Trade Centre. My mate Jim was flying over for a work and holiday week in New York with some other SSS guys.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
Be There
No matter how hard life gets, don’t give up. I know life can be a pain in the ass and it is so easy to give up; but don’t. Someone is happy that you are alive, they are waiting for the day that you see them. They are waiting for the day you notice that they are there for you, and they like you. They don’t want to make that first move because they are scared that you don’t like them, and you don’t see them. If I am being honest, I have learned that the best friendships, and relationships start off with you not liking that person; or you just think you don’t like the person, because neither one of you are showing the real you that is deep down inside.
By Hidden secrets4 years ago in Confessions
The Warmth in the Cold
The cold, the ice, the bone-rattling shaking, the ache so deep it had no beginning and no end. It had been 3 days this time since it began, my frozen pond where the cold seeped so deep, where there was no living or dead, just a lonely state where I sank into.
By Silver 4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Newly Out Lesbian
Dear Selena, The greatest person to enter my life and bring me so much happiness with everything, I am so, so, so sorry that I have brought this onto you, but please, please Selena, know that I didn’t mean to hurt you with this at all in any way. I’m more than well aware of the situation. You’ve said so many things to make it very clear as to where you stand and what you expect. Believe me, I’m not trying to challenge, change or even deny how you feel. You have every right to feel as you do after this because I’m so, so weak to have let this happen. I never even thought I’d be capable of going down this path and it was never my goal for it to lead up to this. I’m ashamed, I feel disgusted and disturbed.
By Umama Zahir 4 years ago in Confessions
