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I Read My Boyfriend’s Messages and Never Told Him
When I first met my boyfriend, we became acquainted in a dimly lit room at Diva Haunt. Diva Haunt is a sectioned up haunted house that we both inadvertently decided to volunteer at for fun. The building was an old ballerina studio, so it was already a little creepy on its own. He was 28 and I was 22 at the time. I didn’t really find this age difference a problem.
Nikkie EvansPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsEmptying The Tank
I don't often dream, but when I do, I'm either being brutally murdered by a family member or doing something dreadfully mundane like going to the bathroom. Believe it or not, the bathroom dreams are the scariest. Everything else can be discounted as fantasy and fiction, but these, the ones when I envision myself doing things that I regularly do, seem real and visceral. Like the lines between our world and the dream world are temporarily blurred, and I lose the ability to distinguish between the two. These dreams plagued me periodically throughout childhood. There was always this overwhelming sensation of wakefulness.
Laquesha BaileyPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Time I Fell Asleep in my Exam Hall (and snored).
Secondary school is something of a distant memory for me now but there is one memory that I doubt I'll ever forget, no matter how much I try to. Looking back I can laugh, but it was a different story in the moment. Just over two years ago, I was 15 years old, fresh off a week long stint of musical performances as the lead in our schools 'Grease' and trying, hopelessly, to keep up with the schoolwork being thrown at me. Being thrown into a completely new friend group after my school year was split in half would've been awkward enough on its own without a gruelling rehearsal schedule for a show that ended up finishing the same week as my Christmas exams.
Ciarán ColemanPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI Blamed My Brothers so I Could Watch Rugrats
I was not always the sweet little girl that my father thought that I was or wanted me to be. He was always busy doing the single parent thing, so we kids were home alone a little more than might have been good. We would get home from school about 3:00pm and he would pull in an hour or two later. If there was an emergency, there was always someone home next door, so we weren’t exactly the typical latch-key kids.
Alicia SpringerPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsRubbers Down the Drain Will Only Cause Pain
There are specific learning moments we all experienced growing up. Those times when we know, without a shadow of a doubt, that the exact situation we are facing will forever hold firm in our memory if only to provide us with insight as to how not to do things in the future.
TestPublished 2 years ago in Confessions