Friendship
Violet Skies and White Fields
Violet skies and white fields. We cross a parking lot covered by a thick blanket of snow. Everything seems otherworldly – the concrete jungle of the city’s outskirts hidden beneath a white coating. Concrete jungle is a term I use with a poetic license, here. This is not NY. Not even remotely that important. It is a town, too mediocre to be called shitty.
By M.3 years ago in Confessions
Life of Invisibility. Content Warning.
No matter what I do what I try and no matter how positive and supportive I can be I still feel I get stabbed in the back and suffer and in turn I have to ask for help over and over in the end the only result there is; is me becoming invisible but it is understandable when it comes to your friends because who wouldn’t be tired of me or you always asking for help, it’s draining the life out of you. I even tell myself I will only be there for my friends from hereon. I will never ask for a favor or ask for help. But here we go again, can you help me? I am so fed up asking for help and it’s only because I tried helping other people I myself get burned. And I look at my life, and ask myself what did I do to deserve this? Because I try and I do my best to make my friend's life easier but here we go again. Why me? From the gecko of life it hasn’t been easy but I have fought the odds, and I tell myself I can be happy I do deserve this but over and over I get burned if it’s not my job it’s my personal life that gets hit hard. So what do you do when you are in a situation like that because if it wasn’t for my dog I would take my life and I say that because that’s how I feel, no matter how much I like to end it I know I would never do it because even if I get burned over and over I still have a lot to live for and so do you. It’s important to express yourself because then it won’t get bottled up. I have always been invisible for as long as I can remember, for example I post for help and I get 800+ views and not a single response not even words of wisdom or advice and not even a snarky comment, on top of that with my videos barely any view like three views, seven the most and that just tells me over and over how invisible I am, and writing this article why am I doing it because I know I am not alone feeling like this but why keep writing I only have 6 views for 1 of 3 or 4 articles, why waste my time to write if I am invisible? Because I lived in this invisible bubble for so long that now I am absolutely terrified of success. If it makes people cold and stabbing in the back, why would I want success? I would want success because I deserve it, because you deserve it. So I write this in hopes of lees invisibility. Now lets go again and for the best life, having faith in life is everything, if invisible at least make your life visible to yourself and make yourself happy regardless of others while still being good to others. Things we can do to express ourselves instead of bottling it up; Write and write, meditate, and go for walks and hikes anything that get us to release the toxins in our body and it’s important to find our self awareness because once we have that we can navigate our body better if it’s to eat healthy or just being able to express ourselves. Because even if we are invisible to others we are not invisible to ourselves and that is very important to remember because why shouldn’t you be happy, do what makes you smile and laugh and put it in your keepsake memory box so when we are sad we still have good memories that will beat the self doubt.
By Carolyna The Rambler3 years ago in Confessions
My Love
“You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.”- John Green Dear A, You've been apart of my life for over 20 years, mostly at a distance but there none the less. We were on our own paths but every now and then we'd bump into eachother, catch up and go about our day. I think because you were my first love, you always brought a since of comfort to me. You came to me in a very pivotal part of my life, a transition that I didn't even realize. We were so young, but the most beautiful part of that is I loved you fearlessly, purely, and of course for what we knew love to be back then.
By Kimmiekins43 years ago in Confessions
How do I say I love you?. Content Warning.
It's been a while since we've spoken, and today on 14.2.2024 you replied on Valentine's, I wonder why? why is it that you finally reply? you tell me something happened recently so you couldn't reply?. ''ok'' I replied, my stomach getting butterflies as I blushed uncontrollably, "wanna call?" he said with a question mark? "sure why not" I said without the mark, we're on the call as you greet me by saying those awfully cute nicknames, I chuckle a bit to your comment, he asked if I wanna do something and I said "remember that game?" I said hesitantly as I've not been on a call for a while. he tells me he refunded it...OK! I said awkwardly he then came up with an Idea "How bout we read a novel?" he said deviously "It's called I Love You, Colonel Sanders" I hesitated at that cringy title but he said it had a high quality so I agreed. After a while, I asked if you had a valentine. He said no in a sad tone, I was curious about why. because he had a "girlfriend" "She broke up with me.." I was shocked, laying on my bed as my jaw dropped I didn't know what to say to that reply, I tried to comfort you by saying "Don't worry I also got heartbroken" but I secretly wanted to tell you about how I felt every time you laughed I would join you and laugh too, every time you said "Goodnight" my heart would skip a beat as my cheeks flustered, My pulse getting higher and higher every time I hear that soft and calming voice, "L" I desire you, I want you, I need you, so How do I say "I love you"...
By Umme3 years ago in Confessions
Echoes of Silent Love
In the vibrant city of Port Harcourt, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, there resided a woman whose presence seemed to cast a gentle glow upon the world. Ada Obolo Blessing, known fondly as Ada to her friends and colleagues, possessed a rare warmth that radiated from within. Her laughter danced like music in the air, and her smile had the power to brighten even the darkest of days.
By Michael Oregbuyide3 years ago in Confessions
Love is a Many Splendored Thing
You have quality ears And a high-end nose. Grade A meat on your bones. I once worshipped whoever I was with. The writing above is an entry in one of my journals about the primary in my first polyamorous relationship. The anesthetizing effect of love on my bipolar brain is well-documented in my writing and therapist’s notes. Monogamous or polyamorous didn’t matter to me at first. What mattered was that I had someone to call my own. I wanted to have a person like a possession. I wanted an object to admire, to use when convenient, and to ignore when it suited me. Of course, I never would have articulated my desires in this way. It sounded more like “soul-mates” or “they’re my everything.” It was romantic hyperbole. Love-bombing from a disordered brain. I would knock you off that pedestal as quickly as I built it for you. I wasn’t properly medicated for my bipolar disorder until I was twenty-seven, so every relationship before that was marred by the whims of my dysfunctional mind.
By kp3 years ago in Confessions
Be my Valentine
In the celestial realm, where stars twinkled like diamonds in the vast expanse of the night sky, there existed two beings of immense power and beauty - an angel named Seraphina and a demon named Azazel. Seraphina, with her radiant wings of gold and eyes as blue as the clearest ocean, was the embodiment of purity and grace. Azazel, with his dark wings and piercing red eyes, possessed a seductive allure that captivated all who beheld him. Despite their inherent differences, they found themselves drawn to each other, their hearts entwined in a forbidden love.
By Varsha3 years ago in Confessions
I Am A Problem. Content Warning.
Introduction I know I am a problem for most people. I see it every day on Vocal and Facebook, or I think I do. Since before Christmas, it has been made clear that my work is not good enough and there is nothing I can do to rectify that.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
Anxious Attachment
I think dating in general has always been difficult for some, even before the rise of dating apps. But I do feel the introduction of them on top of social media has made it far worse. I haven't had the best luck in love, so needless to say when I do finally find someone it sends my anxious attachment into overdrive. I am so scared of being abandoned that the slightest change in someone's attitude will send me into the worst case scenario. Don't even get my started on texting, at this point I almost wish it didn't exist! It's my goal to begin working on this part of myself, so I can be better for myself and my relationships.
By Kimmiekins43 years ago in Confessions
LOVE
Love is a complex and indescribable dance of emotions that surpasses boundaries. It is a mysterious connection that binds hearts, fostering compassion, empathy, and selflessness. Love is not a fleeting feeling, but a deep force that withstands challenges, nurturing growth and understanding. It is the warmth found in a shared glance, the comforting touch, and the unspoken language that resonates between souls. Love is both a gentle breeze and a powerful storm, capable of bringing joy, pain, and transformation. Ultimately, love is the essence of human connection, a beautiful journey that enriches the fabric of life.
By Paloma Writes3 years ago in Confessions
