Teenage years
My early internet life
Hi, you all don't know me, why would you? I left my days of running large accounts in the past, staying low profile for 10+ years, but as I've been seeing people talking about a creator with a bigger platform than mine, using he/they pronouns and has been posting about how older people should not be dating barely legal teens, and them using an audio from a popular singer, things have been brought up, and I hate it, but it's not something I personally did wrong. This is my story, so obviously the names will be changed at any point names are used.
Tania PangiaPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsA Journey of Gratitude And Burden
Am I the only one who hates being given something. It's like once I receive a gift or anything from a person, I owe them something equal to whatever was given. I lost my dad when I was six? And it has been hard for my mum sometimes to provide but she always did her absolute best an I'm praying that I'll be able to make her proud (I need prayers guys). My dad's side of the family tried to help whenever they could and I'll always cherish them, and it's been going well for a while. Did I forget to mention my dad was a pastor? Yes he was. My dad was so passionate with the gospel that the only memory of his voice I have was when he preached. I love to think that My dad was loved by many and he was the best dad anyone could ask for (well, I am little biased, haha!)
DeePublished about a month ago in ConfessionsUnderstanding Love At First Sight Or Instant Attraction
The peculiarity of unexplainable adoration or moment fascination is all around as old as affection itself, typified in endless stories and fantasies, celebrated in verse and melody. An idea addresses the visionary in every last one of us — the expectation for an association so quick and significant that it tends to be perceived in a solitary second. Yet, what lies underneath this enthralling thought? Is it love, captivation, or maybe a mix of perplexing feelings and biochemical responses? How about we dive into grasping unexplainable adoration or moment fascination.
Bonding BytesPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsSilent Melody
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young girl named Lily. Lily was different from other girls in the village. She was born without the gift of hearing. Nevertheless, she was full of her vitality and her joy, finding her solace in the beauty of the world around her.
tahiirIbrahim007Published about a month ago in ConfessionsBeach Canaries
Introduction This is another story on Seven Days In that is getting a lot of attention, and I noticed most of my recent fiction has been quite dark, and I wanted something that wasn't dark so this is a placeholder that will not disturb anyone.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about a month ago in Confessions6 signs of love bombing and why it may be dangerous
In the confounding dance of current sentiment, recognizing veritable friendship and manipulative strategies can once in a while want to explore a maze in obscurity. One such strategy, hidden in the appearance of overpowering reverence and consideration, is love bombarding. This system, while at first showing up as the encapsulation of heartfelt commitment, frequently harbors ulterior thought processes focused on control and control. Love bombarding can obscure the lines between a fantasy sentiment and a useful example, making it basic to perceive its signs and figure out its possible risks. This investigation into the shadows of fondness reveals insight into the six indications of adoration bombarding and digs into why this inebriating surge of consideration may be a warning flagging hidden dangers in a relationship. By unloading the complicated elements behind these staggering tokens of adoration, we mean to engage people to recognize certifiable association and manipulative capture, guaranteeing that their close to home prosperity remains protected in the domain of affection and connections.
Bonding BytesPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsHow She Tamed This Wild Beast
Holy, where do I begin?! When we first met at that crazy frat party, I never thought my dragon lady would become my whole damn world. But here I am, years later, and she's still taming this wild beast I call a soul.
Andrew PretzelPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsShattered Dreams
Adam sat alone in the park, the autumn leaves falling around him like the pieces of his shattered heart. The memories of Sarah, his lost love, echoed in the rustling breeze. Their love story had begun with laughter and stolen glances, but now it ended in a symphony of heartbreak.
Stany John ChippadaPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsSOLITUDE
Being a part of the community requires a lot of energy to invest, but being a part of humanity worth isolating yourself from time to time to analyze what you go through, and what should you change about yourself before the next step..
ATHENAPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsThe Power of Confession: Healing and Transformation
In a world where vulnerability is often seen as a weakness, the act of confession stands out as a powerful tool for healing and transformation. Confession, in its essence, is the act of acknowledging one's faults, mistakes, or sins. While traditionally associated with religious practices, confession has a much broader application in our daily lives, offering a path to emotional, mental, and spiritual growth.
BLESSING COOLPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsAdorable MOM
MOM, In the quiet corner of a small town, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering meadows, lived a young guy, me. With a heart full of dreams I walk in my way by taking breaths.
SunnyPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsA Song of Gratitude for You, Mom
Dear Mom, As I sit here, pen in hand, the world seems to quiet around me. All the hustle and bustle fades away, leaving only the echo of thoughts that have been building for far too long. It's a symphony of memories, of moments big and small, each one a testament to the incredible woman you are.
Ahmed LatrechePublished 2 months ago in Confessions