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You don't scare me...
I lied. In this title. In fact the opposite is true. Confession time, some of you may already know this, but I don't like straight-up horror. I'm a big scaredy cat!
Heather HublerPublished 4 months ago in ConfessionsMy Work Boyfriend
I can't help myself, I couldn't help myself, But to fall in love again, That feeling... that one feeling, Of not knowing how to be loved,
KodahPublished 4 months ago in ConfessionsThank you for not choosing me
"Thank you for not fighting for me the way I fought for you. You taught me that fighting for things that are not meant for me is nothing but a waste of time and energy."
Kimmiekins4Published 4 months ago in ConfessionsLong Distance Relationship
"I love you." Do you though? Do you really love me? How do I know if your being truthful? How do I know you aren't lying to me? It's not like I can just walk out of my house to come see you. That's the lore of a long distant relationship... you never know if one is being faithful or not.
KodahPublished 4 months ago in ConfessionsThe Ups And Downs Of The Unconscious
My life could be perfect material for a crime story. I was born and severely abused by people who were supposed to protect me from the dangers of this world. And although they protected me physically (as outwardly perfect parents) by providing me with food and shelter, there was also physical and mental abuse ruining it all. See where I'm coming from?
Mescaline BrissetPublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsMove Over Holly, Hanukkah is Here
Oh look, it's December! That means it's Chris-HANUKKAH season! That's right, it's time for the Festival of Lights and lots of jelly doughnuts. We'll light some candles, sing some songs, and fill our bellies with fried food. Do you know why?
Oneg In The ArcticPublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsWinged Victory
I'll confess, I thought long and hard about whether I wanted to participate in this Challenge. I'm not much of a sharer of the deep, personal parts of myself. At least, not on the internet, where your digital footprint will follow you even after death. (Morbid, sorry, hang in there)
Brin J.Published 5 months ago in ConfessionsMy Barbie And I
When I was a child, Barbie fascinated me. I tenderly held the blonde-haired doll and admired her sleek, toned body. My tiny hands eased her into colorful pink day dresses, and even the occasional satiny evening gown. I combed her long, shining tresses, while I envied her wide, blue eyes enhanced by thick, painted eyelashes.
C C FarleyPublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsDrowning In a Sea of Sin
I watched the world go by in a blur outside the taxi window, I knew that only I could save myself. There was no one else to catch me, hold me, help me. If I had a family to surround and support me, a good mum or mother-in-law, then one or other would have looked after my children, put me to bed and perhaps I wouldn’t have felt so alone and lost, needing to make such a huge decision. But my own mother was long dead, and my mother-in-law may as well have been for all the love and assistance I’d got from her. She had never, ever lifted a finger to show me any kindness, help, thought or gratitude for having given her four beautiful grandchildren – all of whom she totally ignored – and been a loving and supportive wife to their son.
Leeza CooperPublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsThe Delicate Art of Faking it
What do you do when your skin doesn't fit? You can't hang it up in the back of the closet or return it to the rack. There's no refunds or exchanges. You get one body. One vessel to experience life with. And when that vessel malfunctions over and over again, the wires get crossed. The pieces and the parts get warped, their once shiny edges rusting. The cogs get harder and harder to turn. And for a lot of other chronically ill people, there's a Before and an After. Who I was before I got 'sick.' Who I am now. Who am I now?
Sarah MarlerPublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsThe Sum of My Parts
I’m going to tell you something in confidence. I mean, we know each other a bit now, right? We can be honest, yes? This will stay just between us?
Hannah MoorePublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsWhat My Therapist Doesn't Know
It's a freezing day in December, almost Christmas. My breath puffs out like clouds of cigarette smoke in the clear night air of the motel parking lot. At the moment, I wish it was cigarette smoke because I can't remember being this nervous in a very long time. Maybe the Christmas Eve service twenty years ago, when a pushy grandmother shoved her mini-skirted teen granddaughter up to the piano in our little Baptist Church and plopped an unfamiliar piece of music before me, stating, "Missy is going to sing. Play this."
Tina D'AngeloPublished 5 months ago in Confessions