Humanity
Word of the Day: 嘆き
I am on a new page, I shouldn't be writing still, I am way motivated to actually do my homework, there is no point in me stalling the inevitable. But there is this really annoying fly that keeps going across the screen, but it seems to have stopped as soon as I wrote about it.
By Kayla McIntosh10 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 芸術
I have been abnormally tired all day which was not a good thing. I am certain I am going to start my period with vengeance for being late. As I have explained before, I don't get cramps or other symptoms so much but my energy is completely stolen from me, and that is exactly how I am feeling today, I just haven't bled yet.
By Kayla McIntosh10 months ago in Confessions
The Complaint of Old Age Against Me
Foreword Aging is a strange companion. It does not arrive suddenly, nor does it enter our lives with noise or warning. Instead, it slips quietly into our mornings — into the stiffness in our knees, the breath that feels slightly heavier, the slow rise from a familiar chair.
By Ebrahim Parsa10 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized My Family Didn’t See Me
I have always loved my family. They are the people I grew up with, shared meals with, celebrated holidays with, and turned to in times of need—or so I thought. But the truth is, I often felt invisible among them, like my presence didn’t matter, like my thoughts, feelings, and dreams were background noise in a house full of voices.
By Shakil Sorkar10 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Battle I’ve Been Fighting in Silence
I’ve always been the one who smiles, laughs, and tries to keep life light for everyone around me. From the outside, it looked like I had everything under control. Friends, family, even strangers probably thought I was confident, happy, and “put together.” But behind that smile was a secret—a relentless, invisible battle I never wanted anyone to see: anxiety.
By Shakil Sorkar10 months ago in Confessions
The Thing I Pretend Doesn’t Bother Me (But Actually Does)
I’ve always prided myself on being easygoing, the type of person who goes with the flow. I laugh off small annoyances, shrug off mistakes, and tell myself that everything is “fine” even when it isn’t. On the surface, it looks like I have it all together. But behind that smile is a truth I rarely admit: I’m tired of pretending that certain things don’t bother me—because they do.
By Shakil Sorkar10 months ago in Confessions
We Talk All Day Online — But No One Really Connects Anymore
I spend hours every day talking to people — or at least it feels like I do. My phone buzzes with messages, memes, and notifications. Friends send voice notes, group chats explode with opinions, and someone always seems to be typing. But when the screen goes dark, the silence feels heavier than ever.
By Shakil Sorkar10 months ago in Confessions
Why I Cycle 100 Miles a Week as a Beauty & Lifestyle Blogger
People are often surprised when I say I cycle around 100 miles a week. They picture beauty bloggers surrounded by makeup drawers, ring lights and flatlays, not sweating up a hill in the rain, covered in mud, with a Dalmatian trotting beside them. But cycling has become such a big part of my life that I honestly can’t imagine my routine without it.
By Laura MissLJBeauty10 months ago in Confessions
The Vanishing Heiress: The Unsolved Mystery of Dorothy Arnold:. AI-Generated.
On a crisp December morning in 1910, Dorothy Arnold, a 25‑year‑old socialite and heiress to a prominent New York family, left her home on East 79th Street. She told her mother she was going shopping for a new evening gown. Dorothy was intelligent, witty, and ambitious—she dreamed of becoming a writer and had already submitted short stories to magazines, though they had been rejected. That day, she carried herself with the confidence of someone who belonged to the city’s elite. Yet she would never return. Her disappearance remains one of the most baffling mysteries in American history.
By The Writer...A_Awan10 months ago in Confessions
There Was Ice in Her Eyes:. AI-Generated.
The snow had fallen silently that morning, blanketing the town in a hush that felt almost sacred. Areeba stepped out of the taxi, her boots sinking into the powdery white as she stared at the residence she hadn’t visible in years. It regarded smaller now. Fragile. Like one gust of wind should disintegrate it.
By The Writer...A_Awan10 months ago in Confessions
