Secrets
I Caught My Trans Roommate Watching Me… Then He Asked to Try. Content Warning.
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By 18 plus home3 months ago in Confessions
The Room at the End of the Hall. Content Warning.
I used to avoid looking down the hall. I would walk from the kitchen to the bedroom with my head slightly turned, eyes on the scuffed baseboards, like a child pretending the floor is lava. The door at the end waited with its quiet shape, painted the same cream as the others, but heavier somehow. I taped it shut the winter I stopped leaving the house. I told myself it was to keep the draft out. The truth was simple. That room hurt to look at.
By Dakota Denise 3 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 劣等生
I already wrote this but it got deleted for some reason. I just want to destress before I have to spend the rest of the day ( literally the rest of the day ) just studying Math and Japanese. Mostly math though since I have that pesky test tomorrow.
By Kayla McIntosh3 months ago in Confessions
echoes of my derangement
have you ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy? well, that's the story of my life. but instead of a nice, neat line, my path got twisted over itself creating echoes from my past into my present. maybe that's just part of growing up, but mine are all laid on top of each other like a mess of fingerprints on the windows of my soul. maybe that's just part of growing up, too, but i think it's probably not. this feels like one of those stories you tell where you think it's normal until everyone is sad at the end.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 months ago in Confessions
The Midnight Whistle:. AI-Generated.
Karachi is a metropolis of noise. Rickshaws rattle through slim lanes, vendors shout charges, and youngsters play cricket until the streetlights flicker on. but in a single community near the old railway tracks, silence falls at nighttime. no longer due to the fact people sleep — but because of the whistle.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Confessions
ramblings of a madwoman
so i think i figured out how, biomechanically speaking, metAlchemy works in the brains it works in (most/all) and why there might be an exception in my husband. ready to take a trip on the crazy train? it's about to get delusional in here, folks. here's your chance to walk away.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 months ago in Confessions
The Last Knock at Midnight:. AI-Generated.
The night time became heavy with silence, the kind that presses against your chest and makes each breath experience like a secret. Aisha sat alone in her dimly lit rental, her palms wrapped round a chipped porcelain mug. The tea inside had lengthy long gone bloodless, however she held it besides, as though the warmth would possibly return if she just waited long enough.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Confessions
Can you change your fate?
I guess it all depends on which angle you are looking at this, an argument can be made about how our actions led us down a certain path and eventually to a specific place and another can be made about how our environment is responsible for all the things we did. Either ways I think it all comes down to the same thing at the end of the day.
By real Jema3 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Letting Anxiety Drive
I used to wake up every morning with my heart already racing. Before my feet hit the floor, my mind had already played out every possible disaster that could happen that day. What if I said something awkward? What if my boss noticed I wasn’t doing enough? What if my friends secretly didn’t like me? Anxiety was a constant background hum that never turned off.
By john dawar3 months ago in Confessions
aspirations of grandeur
i'm becoming more comfortable with the idea that i have a delusional disorder. in fact, it would do a great deal to explain why i have persistent delusions about my identity that go back for years. that, or because i married someone who believed everything my delusional thirteen-year-old self said back then as part of a folie à deux. see, my life is and always has been a wild ride, even when it isn't. come with me on a quick jaunt through the highlights.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 months ago in Confessions
