Bad habits
Truth Is. Content Warning.
I'm not sure what lies have been told about me or against this truth, but the facts have always remained the same. I was married for seven years, and that marriage, although beautiful at times, was devastating for me. In the years since, I have been in a constant process of healing.
By Karina Rasberry5 months ago in Confessions
My Vocal Bad
Image from Pinterest Introduction You may think that this is going to be a negative post, it will hopefully be seen as positive and supportive to everyone in the Vocal Facebook Groups and that immediately has given me an idea. I often list my favourite Vocal Groups at the end of some of my posts. If I take that list and turn it into a pseudo poem then I can just attach it to relevant posts going forward, so it will appear here as well.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Confessions
Wrong
I knew what I was doing. I had a plan. I was confident that I was right. I always am. But in this road trip, the other guy was driving because it was his car, so even though I know I am a far better driver than him, I still let him drive, although his driving did annoy me as I gritted my teeth.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Confessions
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow—it was a phrase Mira had first heard in a classroom where dust floated lazily in streaks of afternoon sunlight. Her literature professor had recited it slowly, like a spell, explaining how time could stretch endlessly forward, carrying both hope and despair in its wake.
By Ibrahim Shah 5 months ago in Confessions
I Haven't Spoken to My Twin
THE MYTH OF TWIN CONNECTION 🔗 Everyone who learns that I have an identical twin sister immediately says some variation of "that must be so amazing, you must be so close, do you feel each other's pain, can you read each other's minds" and I smile and nod because the alternative is explaining that I have not spoken to my twin sister in five years and that the bond everyone assumes is magical and unbreakable broke under the weight of differences that our genetic identity was supposed to prevent but that grew wider with every year until the two people who shared a womb and a face and a childhood could no longer share a conversation without it ending in argument, resentment, and the particular pain of being hurt by someone who looks exactly like you 💔
By The Curious Writer6 months ago in Confessions
I Read My Dead Mother's Diary 📖
THE BOX IN THE ATTIC 📦 Six months after my mother's death from pancreatic cancer I finally gathered the courage to sort through her belongings, a task I had been avoiding because touching her things made her absence concrete in ways that simply knowing she was gone did not, and in a box in the attic labeled "personal" in her careful handwriting I found seven leather-bound journals spanning from 1987 to 2019, thirty-two years of daily entries that documented her inner life with a honesty and depth that she never displayed in conversation with me or anyone else in the family, and I sat on the attic floor surrounded by dust and old furniture and read my mother's secret thoughts and discovered that the woman who raised me was not the person I believed her to be 😢
By The Curious Writer6 months ago in Confessions
The Version of Me That Stayed
I didn't recognize the city at first. It looked exactly like mine. It had the same skyline, same train lines cutting through the same tired neighborhoods but, everything felt quieter. Too quiet, like something had been removed from space.
By Ajan Lori A. 6 months ago in Confessions
Bad Habits
Bad habits are killing the joy inside of me. I always want to blame others for how they made me feel, but I know I am at fault for putting myself back into situations that have already hurt me. I try to play it off like I never get hurt. I try to make it seem like the world doesn't affect me, but I'm not sure how much more I can take.
By Sapphire Poet6 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day:隘路
I am already a day ahead so, I actually can afford to run errands finally. That is sort of amazing at this point. I am mostly a cat, but if I were a dog, I'd be a lone wolf... though I guess whether you're a cat or dog, you eventually find your kind again.
By Kayla McIntosh6 months ago in Confessions
