Secrets
Forever Misunderstood
She awoke one morning feeling like she got hit by a freight train, her little mind was reeling from the horror she saw the night before while her heart was screaming the words why? As a small child only having very little knowledge of the life she was about to endure, not knowing that at the time everything she would experience would be what builds her into a warrior.
By Destiny Tozier4 years ago in Confessions
Small Town, Flying High
It's fascinating. The ability of the human species to learn, adapt and overcome. Even from a young age we are capable of extraordinary feats that can leave our peers in awe. Whether it is a feat of physical prowess, or an inert aptitude towards learning, the human species has proven time and time again it's efficiency at overcoming adversity. For me, well, such things have been a life long battle. A battle which has shaped me into the man I am today and more so, one that revealed who I truly am beneath the masks I used to wear and show the world.
By Timothy Millis4 years ago in Confessions
I KEEL YOU!!!
It was early 2002, I had stopped for gas at a local convenience store. My girlfriend at the time remained in the car. She was literally a Houston debutante at one point and her boyfriend before me was an astronaut. I was her walk on the wild side. I didn't mind and value our time together. Of course, coming from two different places our relationship was doomed from day one but I'll always have a place in my heart for her.
By J.D. Bradley4 years ago in Confessions
Involvement With A Married Man
Ok Ladies, So you're with a married man? But when he goes home to fuck his wife, is that classed as cheating? The first line was to catch your attention: however, I genuinely write this article - with no intention to harm anyone - just to warn you and (remind) you of the dangers of being with a married man.
By Preity Randhawa4 years ago in Confessions
stolen love- by fatumo mohamed
Every night, I return to the moment when I had you in my life. It is not by choice; it occurs late at night, when I am fast asleep. I used to despise it. It reminded me of how much I miss you. At first, I thought it was all a dream, but then I realized we'd made new memories. When I returned to the present, those memories stayed with me. But you were always gone, I always returned, and you...never came back. Why would you? I was startled and bittersweet the first time I went back in time. Hearing your laugh, seeing your beautiful smile, and holding you hurt. But the simple truth that it kept happening gave me renewed hope. I hope I was able to help you in some way. Keep you from meeting your untimely demise. You're not mad at me every time I see you. Perhaps it's because you don't know the full story of how I betrayed you, but I never want you to find out. That's how selfish I am. My name is Lucas Rutherford, and I heartbreakingly murdered the love of my life. That is, according to the police and the residents of this sleepy town. I was new in town, and she was adored by all. Particularly me.
By fatumo mohamed4 years ago in Confessions
I bought a thumb ring and it changed my life.
I have always believed that women who wore thumb rings were different and daring. I have known for many years that I was awkward and different but I didn't think I would ever be cool enough to wear a thumb ring. I have had a couple of rings before but I barely wore them. For some reason, I was scared to get a thumb ring. It was something that just wasn't for me.
By Tina Bee4 years ago in Confessions
A Very Thin Line
What if you held the key that unlocked the door. What if you had the answers to all the questions that were ever spoken that meant anything at all. What if you realized what mattered in life just a moment too late? What would you last wish for?
By Meegan Swan4 years ago in Confessions
Long Time No See
Dear K, It’s been a long time—years’ worth of time. I barely remember being the girl who wrote that first letter to you, the letter she’d never send, the confession of love…or something resembling that. I am no longer the person who I was, no longer someone you’d recognize. I think sometimes about when I knew you, when we were friends—or acquaintances at least. What did you think of me then? I know this is a stupid question to ask in another letter that will never be sent, but I desperately want to know. Funny since your opinion on Her wouldn’t be your opinion on Me, still I wonder if you ever wanted Her—the way She wanted you. Who are you now? You must be different. If I’m this different, you must be at least a little different. Which means that the You I’m writing this to is a stranger, and the Me saying these things is a stranger to You.
By JD4 years ago in Confessions
Unibrown Girl
Michael was the most popular boy in middle school. He was tall with dark, curly hair and greenish eyes. All the girls liked him, including me. I kicked myself for it, but he was boyishly handsome. And me? I was the kid dressed in all black, constantly snacking and hiding away from all the other students.
By Zo Grimmwood4 years ago in Confessions
I hung up on my therapist
I hung up on my therapist this morning. He hit a nerve when he told me it might be helpful to try to treat people like kids in the way of giving them the benefit of the doubt that they don’t know any better and then try to set the example. It was a hard thing to hear. Especially when I was talking about my mother.
By Indalia4 years ago in Confessions
