Secrets
What an evil person looks like
Reading through the news, I saw an article which talked about a young man who slaughtered his girlfriend, and instantly I had many questions on my mind. The most obvious question was to know why a person so young would do something so heinous, I wondered to myself why go to such a length and not simply walk away. Cutting the throat of a person requires a certain level of anger and premeditation, you can’t just do such an act out of randomness.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Being a slut, simply because you want to
A b*tch will have many reasons to enter the profession. Mostly because of "circumstances", because of "poverty", because of "tradition"... But for her, she is a whore because she wants to be a whore. Just as simple as that.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Confessions
Smile, girl!!!
Maybe I'm not as beautiful and graceful as other people. I don't have my mother's pretty, coconut-shaped nose, my sister's squinty eyes, or my father's dream height. I'm just a normal girl. If I were to rate my appearance, I wouldn't hesitate to give myself a five.
By HK Decor2 years ago in Confessions
"Why I like Sleeping"
I've always been a sleeper. As a child, I would curl up in my bed and drift off to dreamland, mesmerized by the soft hum of my nightlight. My parents would try to rouse me for family outings, but I'd beg to stay in bed, snuggled up in my cozy blanket.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
"I Don't Like Cooking"
My Confession: I Hate Cooking I've always been the odd one out in my family. While my siblings and cousins would gather around the kitchen island, eager to help with meal prep, I'd be the one slipping away to my room, eager to escape the chaos.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
A Friend of Hope. Content Warning.
Last week I was in my car on the way home from work when I got a call from a childhood friend. It had been a minute since the two of us last spoke so I was surprised to be getting a call from him. When I picked up the phone he gave me some devastating news, a friend of ours who we had known since the first grade passed away. What made it worse was he died by suicide. All I could think about and ask myself was how could this good kid who was always smiling and vibrant could’ve taken his own life? Of course that’s a question many of us ask ourselves when such a tragedy happens.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Confessions
the dream. Content Warning.
Introduction: Throughout the course of my life, a peculiar dream has continuously haunted my subconscious mind, weaving a tapestry of mystery and intrigue that defies conventional explanation. This dream, which first manifested when I was merely eight or nine years old, has persisted into my present existence, its enigmatic nature evolving with each recurrence. The dream unfolds within the confines of a vast, shadowy house, where I ascend a seemingly endless staircase to encounter a surreal gathering of individuals in a dimly lit room. As I navigate this dream landscape, encountering different faces and unfolding events, a sense of foreboding and inexplicable connection emerges, prompting introspection and contemplation.
By Nnorom Christabell C.2 years ago in Confessions
Introvert ME'
The Quiet Strength of an Introvert: My Story I've always been an introvert, content to spend time alone with my thoughts and feelings. As a child, I'd spend hours lost in books, exploring imaginary worlds and characters. While my friends played outside, I'd retreat to my room, happy in my own company.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Blossoms of Sakura
Maria had always been the invisible girl at Sakura Academy. With her plain looks, introverted nature, and average grades, she was the girl nobody noticed. In stark contrast, Akeno was the queen bee of the school. Her beauty was legendary, her grades impeccable, and her charm unmatched. She was the girl every student wanted to befriend, and Maria couldn't help but despise her for it.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Confessions
"My Granny's Suggestions"
As I sat in my granny's cozy living room, surrounded by the warm scent of freshly baked cookies and the comforting hum of her old rocking chair, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I had been struggling with anxiety and uncertainty, feeling lost and unsure of which path to take in life.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Are you lazy?
In terms of productivity, I’ve been looking for tools to measure precisely my productivity. I found a couple of them which did give me some promising results, but eventually I realized that I didn’t need tools to measure my productive. I also understood why companies don’t measure productivity in terms of what people do on a daily basis. They look at the bigger picture, at the end of the day it's the execution of the higher level tasks which matter and not what small tasks people get done daily.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
