Secrets
A Year To Rest Myself And That Is My Success
“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.” ― Edgar Allan Poe I had a love-hate relationship with sleep. Today at 30 years of age, in yet another year of uncertainty I have embraced the fact that I need sleep - a lot of than I think I need.
By Rashmi G4 years ago in Confessions
How to Cast a Love Spell
How to cast a spell to never fall in love; it might actually work. When I was 8 years old, my family rented Practical Magic and I loved it. My great grandparents lived on 15 acres in the countryside and my Nana would often cure mild ailments like fevers and little infections with herbs from her garden and tips her own mother and grandmother gave to her. My grandma would call her a witch and mock the 'witchcraft' Nana would show me.
By Mae McCreery4 years ago in Confessions
This Is How You Hold Yourself Back From Getting What You Deserve
It’s natural to want to do things, to set goals, to chase them and get to experience the process of creation. Deep within us, there is the urge to explore what we’re truly capable of accomplishing, and we express it by “playing” around with the variables we’re given.
By Rabih4 years ago in Confessions
The Fragility of Loneliness
A ruinous place. Unable to be named. The silent persecution inside, persisted in the form of mental torture; the daily routine of mirror goading. A dark place. Sitting in a room at night, feeling eternity. Invisible. Being in a setting, yet unseen. It’s like navigation upon a path without any guidance. When will it end? You are meant to suffer it tells one. Alone.
By Jaida Williams4 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
To Sleep or Not to Sleep
That is the question. We all make choices throughout the day, whether conscious or unconscious, that affect not only how much sleep we get, but the quality of sleep as well. Both of which are vital aspects of sleep. If rest is so important, why do so many of us struggle to prioritize it?
By Val Poulos 4 years ago in Confessions
I Sentenced a Man to Life in Prison
It was my last summer home. I had spent the last 7 months in Philadelphia making up credits after switching majors. Only 2 weeks left of life as it used to be. Hanging out with my brothers. Being the baby of the family. After graduation, I’d start my forever career... or some silly shit like that. What they used to sell to college kids. What we used to believe.
By Blake A Swan4 years ago in Confessions
A very tale
Victims, when you pass them by, especially negatives, ugly times are fixed as a tattoo I remember everything, being inferiorized every night, I remember extreme poverty victims us in the sleep of three, I remember being abused as my mother "slept," I remember the insults, the malicious, the assaults
By Keven D’wara4 years ago in Confessions
Logistics for Sluts
Last night I hit up seven different guys for a hook up. Most of them from my *BJ-only list. It's always tricky, timing wise, to send multiple homing pigeons to numerous recipients. Just how long should I wait after texting #1 (let's just refer to them by number, shall we) before texting #2, 3, 4.... I decided to let distance be my guide.
By Elle 4 years ago in Confessions
Your Safe
Trying to make sense of the things happening around me, as well as too me. I reach out to someone, who knows this place isn't safe. I mean he wont even come here, add in all the extra weird things that have developed, and there is no way the person I know, would believe I am safe. Plus who cares about anyone's opinion, me not feeling safe is enough, I don't need a co-signer for my feelings.
By I am me Amanda Nissen/Champion4 years ago in Confessions
