Bad habits

Algorithm of Emotions
Algorithm of emotions does not exist. What I mean is, what we feel isn't not the same as following a ruleset to define what we must feel if conditions are met. I ruled the day that I would be overruled. To meet someone like me was to meet someone old and not new. You came at random and I dispute your own catfish, your friends disregarded, the goals you had was not mine to share. So much alike that we are actually different. You hated chocolate while I was indifferent. You saw the world as a need for order. Do things your way because it's better and causes no torture. To imagine that I had a future with someone I had fun with, became open and communicative so nobody can plead the fifth. Finally able to think for myself and to be, or so I thought.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
Excuses
Confession: I make excuses🙈 I know shocking right? This morning I made too many to count. I excused myself from waking up by hitting the alarm clock and continuing to make every excuse I could think of to just get five more minutes of sleep. I excused myself from drinking water— and said “but I need caffeine to wake myself up”. I reasoned myself into 3 cinnamon rolls instead of one—because “hey I mean I never cook cinnamon rolls before school anyway, so today will be a special treat. Let’s not forget the BIG excuse I made as to why I didn’t do the dishes last night.
By Natalie Stover3 years ago in Confessions
Isolated
Nothing's satisfying anymore Not bourbon, not arguments, not masturbating, not a great movie, only the morning coffee and cigarette. There's no relief or release anymore, we're nothing but stuck, without the hope of a road trip, or the wish of a gold coin.
By Michael O'Connor3 years ago in Confessions
Love Does Things To A Person. Content Warning.
I always felt like I had to have a partner. There was just something about not feeling lonely and having someone you could always talk to without them acknowledging your annoyance.
By Kodah3 years ago in Confessions
My Year of Strength and Stability
I have always been one to have many goals and dreams. I have a million and one hobbies and a dream for every single one. From writing and reading to painting and drawing to pole-dancing and gymming to baking and volunteering, I have so many interests and passions that it's hard to keep track. And the dreams: I have a dream to hang a painting in an art exhibit, to publish a novel and to finally figure out how to bake scones (the last hold out) without burning them.
By Jaimie3 years ago in Confessions
Am I Not Miserable Enough?
Introduction I think I have touched this several times, and, as always I can take a sentence and turn it into a few hundred words of ideas to take people on a guided tour of what is going on inside my head (though some would say not very much).
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
Figuring Me Out
This is hard work, harder than it looks. I’ve known myself for forty years and I’m still unsure of who I am. What do I like? What do I prefer? What is my true personality? I can honestly say I’m not sure. One thing is certain, I must figure it out now before my time runs out. Over the last year I have slowly come to realize that everything I am has been chosen to please others. It’s not really anybody else’s fault, they could care less, the problem is me and my worry about what others might think. For as long as I can remember, I have been choosing not to stand out. I have purposely chosen to keep myself as muted as possible, except for my writing of course. In everything else in my life I have kept myself as neutral as possible. I realize now that the reason I have chosen to be as neutral as possible is because I believe that this is what will keep me safe.
By Lily3 years ago in Confessions
Gratitude in Heartbreak: Finding Strength and Wisdom in Unanswered Love
In the quiet aftermath of our unraveling, where the echoes of promises once spoken lingered like delicate whispers, I discovered a profound gratitude for the unexpected turns life took. The bitterness of unchosen paths began to dissolve, replaced by a clarity that only time and introspection can bring. As the days turned into nights, I found solace in the wisdom that not being chosen by you was indeed a blessing in disguise.
By Blaise3 years ago in Confessions
W.
It is Friday, the last full day of my vacation back with the family in a sleepy little town - okay, Hamilton - with all of my packing almost done. The day was spent on clothes-choosing, book-sorting, food-prepping activities, along with a short run in the old neighbourhood, a little light reading, and observations of the World Juniors (Canada needs to step up its game). I have another Top Story for a longer piece that needs two more chapters (I promise you all they are coming). And I am now happy to report that I have received some extra classes and will be able to relax a little bit around tax time.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Confessions
Happy New Year
Happy new year everyone! I hope everyone had a fun and safe one! Mine didn't go quite as planned, as my family came down with a cold. I did however finish the Supernatural series. I had prolonged finishing it for years for many reasons but one was I just didn't want it to end. It actually felt incredibly fitting to finish it on this particular New Years Eve. I closed out a lot of my past in 2023, so many ties that should have been closed out long ago. I am trying to be as optimistic as I can about the upcoming year.
By Kimmiekins43 years ago in Confessions
Leave the past behind: A guide to moving on and finding happiness.
There are no written guidelines on how to survive. Sometimes I really believe it, that I am going to save my life. I didn’t realize how suffocating that house could be until I left. All of the doors look like me leaving. I hate how everyone expects me to bounce back like that is so easy. It’s not that simple. Dealing with everything at once can feel overwelming. Many people assume I’m fine so they don’t ask anymore. It’s like I have to put on a happy face for everyone around me even when I am not okay. It’s hard.
By Nat 3 years ago in Confessions
Masked Duality: The Joy and Sorrow Within
Within the depths of my being, a ceaseless conflict brews. A clash of opulent dreams against the starkness of reality. Vivid memories of opulence weave themselves into the fabric of my consciousness, each reminiscence etched deeply within.
By Kamau Macharia3 years ago in Confessions