Secrets
Label I Swapped
In my final year of school, our art class entered a regional student exhibition. One classmate made a ceramic piece from broken cafeteria plates, stitched together through drilled holes with blue cord. It was strange, precise, and much better than mine. She had found discarded plates behind the cafeteria and transformed them into something new, something that spoke of waste, repair, and resilience. The drill marks were deliberate. The blue cord was intentional. Everything about it was carefully considered.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
Weight of What I Did. Content Warning.
I may have done something really bad. And I know I did. I'm not here to make excuses or to soften what I've done. I'm here to say it plainly, to face it, and to try to understand how I became someone capable of such a violation.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
The Scratch I Left Behind
This happened yesterday. I'm 17, and nothing like this has ever happened to me. I was pulling into a spot at a busy shopping center, one of those tight lots where everyone is fighting for space. I was distracted, maybe a little too confident, and I misjudged the distance. I heard that sound. That sickening scrape of metal against metal.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
Mistakes I Made and the Love I Lost
I was dating my first girlfriend for two years. She was my first real love, the person I shared my first serious relationship with, the one who taught me what it meant to be loved and to love someone in return. We had something special. We laughed easily, we understood each other, and we built a foundation of trust that I didn't fully appreciate until I had already destroyed it.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
The Shield I Built Around Love
A few months ago, my parents asked me to leave home. It wasn't dramatic, no screaming match, no slammed doors, no final ultimatum. It was quiet. The kind of quiet that somehow hurts more than any shout ever could. They had reached the end of their patience with my behavior, my attitude, my refusal to take responsibility for my own life. I had pushed them too far, too many times, and they finally had enough.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
Recordings I Never Deleted
About 16 years ago, my partner and I made some adult videos together and posted them online. Eventually, we moved to another platform where she did cam shows, and we sold additional videos. It was a period of our lives that felt adventurous at the time, exploring, experimenting, and pushing boundaries. We were young, and it was exciting.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
The Semester That Wasn't, the Guilt That Is, and the Life That Still Could Be
I (21F) have been lying to my parents, mainly my dad, about attending university, and the guilt is eating me up because my dad pays for my university himself. I graduated from high school in 2023 and decided to upgrade my classes that fall while my friends started their first year of uni. My parents weren’t too happy about this, but they weren’t upset either. The following year, I applied to universities in my city and didn’t get into any, so I decided to do an entrance program in another province, and my parents just assumed I was starting my first official year. My dad paid for everything, including an off-campus apartment and monthly flights back home, because he thought I was depressed (I was). I decided not to go back to that school and stay in my home town as I wasn’t happy when I was away and so I did. My dad bought me a car, paid for half of my insurance, and paid for my tuition for my second attempt at a university entrance program at my hometown university, where all my friends go. Something I should’ve mentioned is Ithat ’m an extremely anxious person and always have been, and for some reason, being back home just heightened that. I’m not really sure what it was but my anxiety was through the roof every time I was on campus or a lecture and it just got to the point where if I didn’t get to campus an hour before class started to have time to calm down and find a washroom and be in front of my class to be the first one in, then I wasn’t going. And that would happen a lot. And so while I did okay in a couple of my classes, I didn’t do the best in the rest. I was also going through extremely difficult home issues at the time, including a mother who has difficulty regulating her emotions and oftentimes takes her conflict out on me, while my father does absolutely nothing about her and my brothers arguing. It was taking a toll on me mentally because as soon as i’d leave the house, they would argue and fight and one of them would leave or say something and drag me into it and so I didn’t want to leave the house anymore, but when I was home they were arguing and involving me and throwing things. It was a lot, and it was happening for months. My doctor ended up prescribing my prozac and then referred me to a psychiatrist who prescribed me zoloft for anxiety and depression. I haven’t told my parents just because they went through so much with my little brother not graduating and then the arguments I just didn’t want to add on and didn’t even know how to articulate how I was feeling and was too humiliated to tell anybody at that point and so I just continued to sink deeper and deeper into this whole in my room and just stopped caring and slowly stopped wanting to live. I was off my zoloft and truly at my worst. I didn’t want to talk to ANYBODY or be around anyone. I just wanted to eat and lie or just sleep and hope I didn’t wake up. That was my entire summer from april until I’d say late July, when I was advised to go back on my medication, and since then I’ve been slowly picking up the pieces. Today I learned that because of my GPA, I am not able to do the entrance program for 12 months. I don’t know what to do. I was thinking of just doing open studies, but now I’m wasting a year of my time and also my dad's money because it wouldn’t be going towards anything I would just be doing it to kill time and say i’m going to school. I was also thinking of upgrading again and just doing a lot better than i did last time and reapplying for fall next year. But do I really want to be taking high school courses AGAIN? I have an appointment with admission tomorrow morning, and so hopefully I can explain with my doctor's note and even let them put me on academic probation idk. I just feel horrible and genuinely want to die.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
Can a Ruined Past Lead to a Public Future?
I don't know what to do with myself. I've been a failure my whole life. The Early Years Mom and Dad divorced when I was an infant. I used to hear my dad beat her up. I had behavior issues all throughout school. I slapped my female kindergarten teacher. I switched schools and was bullied in elementary school, and got called "lil Bill." I was routinely raped by foster kids who lived with a babysitter, both a male and a female. The male would whip out his dick and make me stroke it. The female would sodomize me.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
I’ve Been Secretly Sabotaging My Roommate’s Smart Home With Dead Batteries
Okay, I know this sounds absolutely ridiculous, and honestly, stepping back, I can admit it’s pretty silly, but hear me all the way out. My roommate is completely, utterly obsessed with smart home technology. I’m talking about everything in this apartment being voice‑activated, motion‑sensed, or connected to some app that needs constant updating, calibrating, and adjusting. Lights, plugs, remotes, even the darn air freshener, it’s all “smart.” And sure, sometimes it’s genuinely cool. I’ll give him that. But most of the time? It’s just plain annoying. Nothing drives me crazier than standing there repeating yourself three times because a light bulb didn’t hear you clearly, or watching him pace around frustrated, red‑faced, because some gadget decided not to work for absolutely no reason at all.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
The Hard Lessons I Learned at 20
I am a 20-year-old boy. A few months ago, my parents asked me to leave home. It wasn't a dramatic, explosive fight. It was quite the kind of quiet that somehow hurts more. They had reached the end of their patience with my behavior, my attitude, and my refusal to take responsibility for my own life. I packed my things, moved into a cheap room, and told myself I was finally free. I had a job, a little space of my own, and everything seemed fine and dandy.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
I Had a Major Glow Up and Became the Type of Person I've Always Hated
I'm 19. Most of my hookups are casual. After they leave or fall asleep, I take one of their socks and hide it in a drawer. It started by accident. A guy left a pair at my place, and instead of giving them back, I kept one. I don't know why. It wasn't planned. It just happened. Then it happened again. And again.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
