Bad habits
I Caught My Trans Roommate Watching Me… Then He Asked to Try. Content Warning.
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By 18 plus home3 months ago in Confessions
Can you change your fate?
I guess it all depends on which angle you are looking at this, an argument can be made about how our actions led us down a certain path and eventually to a specific place and another can be made about how our environment is responsible for all the things we did. Either ways I think it all comes down to the same thing at the end of the day.
By real Jema3 months ago in Confessions
Mastering Conflict with the Indirect Aggressor
Engaging in a debate or conflict with an individual who employs passive-aggressive tactics can be profoundly frustrating, often leaving you exhausted and questioning your own perceptions. Unlike overt aggression, which is direct and confrontational, passive-aggression is a subterranean form of hostility, marked by a resistance to demands for adequate performance in social or occupational situations, frequently alternating between obstructionism and deliberate inefficiency. It is a veiled attempt to exert control, punish, or express anger without the personal risk of open confrontation.
By Humberto Jaeres3 months ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Walk Away I Just Stopped Walking Toward What Hurt Me
There wasn’t a dramatic ending. No slammed doors. No announcements. No “I deserve better” speech. Just one ordinary day, I woke up and realized my energy felt too expensive to waste on places where I kept shrinking.
By Ayesha Writes3 months ago in Confessions
On the opposite chair… no one.
On the opposite chair… no one. Me… I don’t know who I am. Every morning, I open my eyes to myself as if seeing me for the first time. A stranger to me, tired of me. I search for my self among my features, but nothing stays. Sometimes I feel I deserve the universe, sometimes I hate myself as if I were a crime. Nothing is stable. No feeling lasts. No thought remains without turning against me.
By Ahmed Wagdy3 months ago in Confessions
Why I Stopped Chasing Motivation (And What I Do Instead)
For most of my twenties, I chased motivation the way people chase quick success. I’d watch endless motivational videos, read self-improvement quotes, and tell myself that tomorrow I’d finally start being productive. Tomorrow, I’d wake up early, crush my goals, and live like the people in those inspiring montages. But tomorrow rarely came. And when it did, I felt the same lack of drive, the same resistance, the same craving for another dose of motivation to get going.
By Umar Faiz3 months ago in Confessions
