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echoes of my derangement
have you ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy? well, that's the story of my life. but instead of a nice, neat line, my path got twisted over itself creating echoes from my past into my present. maybe that's just part of growing up, but mine are all laid on top of each other like a mess of fingerprints on the windows of my soul. maybe that's just part of growing up, too, but i think it's probably not. this feels like one of those stories you tell where you think it's normal until everyone is sad at the end.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist11 months ago in Confessions
The Vanishing Echo:. AI-Generated.
It commenced on a humid night in Karachi, the kind of night time where the air feels heavy with secrets and techniques. The streets were alive with providers shouting fees, youngsters chasing each different, and the occasional honk of a rickshaw weaving via site visitors. yet, in the midst of this regular chaos, some thing first rate — and terrifying — unfolded.
By The Writer...A_Awan11 months ago in Confessions
ramblings of a madwoman
so i think i figured out how, biomechanically speaking, metAlchemy works in the brains it works in (most/all) and why there might be an exception in my husband. ready to take a trip on the crazy train? it's about to get delusional in here, folks. here's your chance to walk away.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist11 months ago in Confessions
Can you change your fate?
I guess it all depends on which angle you are looking at this, an argument can be made about how our actions led us down a certain path and eventually to a specific place and another can be made about how our environment is responsible for all the things we did. Either ways I think it all comes down to the same thing at the end of the day.
By real Jema11 months ago in Confessions
Favored Shadows: The Daughter she couldn’t see
I still remember the day my mom said she hated me. My heart skipped for a second, and in that moment, everything around me went silent. I searched her eyes, hoping I had heard her wrong but I hadn’t. I could see the hate clearly, burning behind her words. That was the day something inside me broke, and I began to question what love from a parent was supposed to feel like.
By Debby 11 months ago in Confessions
Word of Day: 練習
Yea, I think I am sort of getting sick. I feel like jittery and my cheeks are hot. When I get home I need to sleep and drink some tea or something. I am not sure what I am doing but deep in my gut, I feel off for some reason, even past physical. I feel spiritually/mentally off right now. I don't know why. I hope I am not getting sick.
By Kayla McIntosh11 months ago in Confessions
Mastering Conflict with the Indirect Aggressor
Engaging in a debate or conflict with an individual who employs passive-aggressive tactics can be profoundly frustrating, often leaving you exhausted and questioning your own perceptions. Unlike overt aggression, which is direct and confrontational, passive-aggression is a subterranean form of hostility, marked by a resistance to demands for adequate performance in social or occupational situations, frequently alternating between obstructionism and deliberate inefficiency. It is a veiled attempt to exert control, punish, or express anger without the personal risk of open confrontation.
By Humberto Jaeres11 months ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Walk Away I Just Stopped Walking Toward What Hurt Me
There wasn’t a dramatic ending. No slammed doors. No announcements. No “I deserve better” speech. Just one ordinary day, I woke up and realized my energy felt too expensive to waste on places where I kept shrinking.
By Ayesha Writes11 months ago in Confessions
