Embarrassment
Don’t Forget to Check on the Strong Ones
They say I’m the strong one. The dependable one. The one you call when you need to cry, need a ride, need advice, need anything. I’ve worn that label like armor for as long as I can remember. “You’re so resilient,” they tell me. “You always seem to have it all together.” And I smile. Nod. Offer reassurance.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Confessions
The red flags I ignored cost me everything.
I thought I was in love. It started like every whirlwind romance. He was charming, attentive, and said all the right things. On our second date, he brought me my favorite coffee order without asking. On our third, he kissed me like he already knew the shape of my heart.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Confessions
Extreme Heat Sweeps Across the U.S.: Millions Under Threat”
A powerful heat wave is sweeping across much of the United States, especially in the Midwest, the Southeast, and up along the East Coast. This heat wave is being driven by a heat dome, a weather pattern that traps hot air in one place for many days. With temperatures often soaring over 100 °F (38 °C) and humidity adding to the heat, this situation is putting millions of people at serious risk.
By Junaid Shahid 7 months ago in Confessions
Secret Shame Phenomenon
Secret Shame Phenomenon We all carry something we don't talk about. A memory, a habit, a fear—buried deep under curated smiles and filtered selfies. We tell ourselves it’s “just a phase” or “not that serious.” But the truth? That secret, whatever it is, starts shaping you the moment you try to bury it.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Confessions
Appearance VS Reality
To the world, Ava looked perfect. Flawless skin. Shining hair. The kind of face that made people stop in the street. Her laugh? Airy and contagious, the kind you’d hear in romantic movie trailers. Her Instagram? Curated like a lifestyle magazine—sunsets, beach waves, oat milk lattes, and friends in flower fields.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Confessions
Never Reads This
If you're reading this, I asked you not to. But you are. So maybe it's already too late. You were never meant to read this—not really. I wrote it the way people scream into pillows, or whisper secrets to locked journals. I didn’t think anyone would care enough to find it. Or maybe I hoped someone would. Maybe I hoped you would.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Confessions
He Swore We Were Brothers… Until He Stole Everything From Me. AI-Generated.
I met Dre when I was 12. The type of kid who walked into a room and everybody looked. He had that confidence — smooth with his words, never second-guessed anything. Me? I was quiet, always in the background, but Dre never made me feel like I didn’t belong.
By Mic Henry7 months ago in Confessions
