Humanity
If Life Was That Simple
We spend our lives searching for things that are not always there. Sometimes the things that we search for, are not always what we need. What I'm trying to say is, I've spent half of my teenage life searching for things that I was wasting time on. Things that I didn't need in my life at the time. Lusting for those things was draining me, not just emotionally but mentally. Looking out at the beautiful scenery that glows into my view, wondering if love or anything else will come my way and have a positive impact on my life. After many disappointments coming at me in so many forms, I've just about had it. When you've had delays and negativity always around you, you get used to it. It gets to you. It gets to the point where you can't ignore those disappointments anymore. And then when they start to pile up in your head, you become so tired that you don't even have the energy for anything.
By Sorelle.Maia4 years ago in Confessions
The truth about The Truth
I was raised a Jehovahs Witness. I thought I was special, chosen. More than this, I thought I was safe. Safe from a broken world, where I could trust no one. A world that was controlled by evil forces, hidden, but pervasive. Worse, I felt superior, like I knew something that the majority were ignorant of. I had “The Truth”.
By Kim Helms4 years ago in Confessions
Things I've learned about my co-workers
Last Friday, I had the pleasure of being invited to chill after work with my co-workers. Right now it’s just 3 of us, and we have formed a bond since this past summer when we all went on a work trip together and it brought us closer.... at least that’s what I thought.
By Priya G4 years ago in Confessions
Narcissists are Soul Killers
This story begins with a shattered heart of being used in this life and not recognizing that is the role of every individual who breathes. My mother once told me, "You're going to be used in this life, it's no doubt but how much is up to you." I met a woman at work who experienced a nasty breakup. She shared, "Her child's father left her with a 2-year old and she was devastated." She didn't ever think the relationship would end and she hadn't prepared nonetheless. Her son was experiencing every tense moment of her disconnect and I observed it every time I called her. He would be in her face or lap and clawing at her for security. She, let's call her Melanie, was crying a lot and children can sense when things are not right. Unfortunately, I felt empathy and decided to help her financially get back on her feet. Little did I know she was a narcissist ready to suck up my existence.
By E Chance4 years ago in Confessions
Toothpaste
A moment to yourself. Nothing to think about but your daily routine. Brush teeth, shower, and things seem to be normal as they should. At a moment's strike, you find it in the mirror. Tears roll down your face. You find it hard to breathe as you brush your teeth. you continue to brush until the tears become overwhelming. The saliva forces you to swallow some toothpaste and you can't help but weep. You begin choking on the toothpaste and you stop so you’re not found on the floor.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
Short lived
There were nights where I laid in bed wondering how I was ever going to make it through this. How I was going to make it through losing you. I can’t remember anything but ever loving you wholeheartedly, for so many years that’s what I have engraved inside my head, heart and bed it was you, it was your name. Now I’m stuck with all these memories scattered around on my floor trying to glue them back together. But it isn’t working, the glue is broken just like we were always destined to be. It’s another night and I stare outside the window looking at the sky and understand the meaning of the universe laughing at you. Because it has always happened to me I just never realized it until you, until you came into my life. Loving you was like a whirlwind and a calm sea at the same time. You took me by surprise, I never even thought that I would love you like I did but you ended up stealing my heart, body and soul. Now I am here and you are gone you are with her and all that I’m left with is the hurt. Another tear falls from my eyes and my mascara draws a line on my face and stains the pillow once again with all the other stains that were left from before. I don’t know or understand how we got to where we are now, all I know is that living without you has been hell on earth. Each day I get through I tell myself that I am healing and it’s another day I am learning to be without you. I think to myself that it doesn’t seem fair that I am here with thoughts and memories of us and you are living your life freely with her. I lay here begging to forget you and everything we ever did but I know that would kill me if I erased every memory I ever had of you. There would always be this sinking feeling in my soul knowing there was something missing. I would search for it all my life. Kinda like now how I search for you in everyone. Does he do that like you, does he wear the same cologne as you? Will his kiss feel like yours? Will I crave his touch as much as I crave yours? I will never find another you, you were my person and for a long time I had you, but you were never really mine all those years were you? You were something borrowed, we were a moment in time. I don’t know how to live in a world where everything that you love gets stripped away. The months go by so fast but living in the time it seems like eternity without you. I look up at the calendar and can’t believe how long I have gone without your touch. I always thought if you were best friends first you would last, but just like love, you showed me that it doesn’t ever really last. I know that when I am old and laying on my bed nearing death I know that it will be you, the last and final thing that crosses my mind before I take my final breath and leave this mortal world. Every memory that we shared, every crease of your smirk, every flash of the way the sun caught your green eyes. I will remember every touch that I stole, moments that we snuck away to soak up in each other. Cause thats all they were stolen moments. I remember when I finally was able to wake in to the morning light with you. Falling asleep in your arms was the best feeling. Waking up to you beside me was even better. It was short lived but it was just that…amazing, just like you.
By Rachel Elisabeth Revell4 years ago in Confessions
I Keep Having the Same Annoying Dreams
I am 13 weeks pregnant. Over the past few weeks, I've been super tired. I've barely wanted to do anything. The sites I work for have been dipping when it comes to earnings and traffic, so that is partly to blame for the demotivation I've been feeling. (Why bother putting in effort for a few cents?)
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Confessions
What do Men Want in a Woman? 9 Traits That Men Love!
What do Men Want in a Woman? 9 Traits That Men Love! Every man seeks the perfect woman, even though their exact requirements may vary. It is important for them to find someone who is open to riding the rollercoaster ride of life with them and will be there for them in every situation, which is why they take the time to commit!
By Abhishek Saini4 years ago in Confessions
I “Quiet-Quit” Saying Stupid Shit
Everywhere I look lately, I see the words “Quiet-quit”. Especially on Medium articles, as of late. I had to look up the meaning and once I saw it, ugh. Sometimes, certain phrases just make you want to puke. Gag me with a thesaurus.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Confessions
What's the Difference between a Storyteller and a Writer?
As I try to write a book, a story that I wish to enthrall people with and inspire a generation as I was inspired, I find myself filled with self doubt and questioning if I really have the ability to write a full fledged book. I question whether someone who is an excellent storyteller can also be a good writer or vice versa. I have been told many times that I am an excellent storyteller and that my writing is also very good and yet, with a book I can never seem to make any progress. With every click of a key or stroke of a pen I question whether what I am writing is worth it. Is the work I'm putting in going to pay off or will this story never come to fruition and is simply going to be added to a pile of stories that people have never finished. Today I am going to explore what it means to be a storyteller and a writer. The differences between the two and why I believe that it is possible to be one and not the other.
By Richard Dinwiddie4 years ago in Confessions
Whither Toronto?
Why do I hate that city so much? I know that I am not alone with this. Many of my fellow Canadians have very strong opinions about T.O., Hogtown, the Economic Heart of Canada…and That Place. But there is no hate like the hate that grows and festers like the one from someone who lives in close proximity to that town.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
