Secrets
The Kind of Tired Sleep Can’t Fix
I’m not tired in the way sleep can fix. I’ve tried that. Early nights. Late mornings. Power naps that turn into guilt. None of it touches this kind of exhaustion. It lives deeper, somewhere behind the eyes and under the ribs, where rest doesn’t reach. It’s not the kind of tired that fades with eight hours under a blanket—it’s the kind that lingers even after the alarm clock says I’ve had enough.
By Salman Writes5 days ago in Confessions
I Became Strong the Day No One Checked on Me
There’s a strange kind of silence that doesn’t come from being alone. It comes from realizing that people know you’re struggling and still choose not to ask. It’s not the absence of voices—it’s the absence of care. That silence is heavier than solitude, because it reminds you that you are visible, yet unseen.
By Salman Writes5 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 不利な方
I am actually happy enough to listen to Gulsen in the hallway. I usually listen to it in the gym, which I haven't been in forever. Now I am remembering I need to reply to Teresa. Bruh, I am so overbooked. I have people like 5 days in advanced. It is way too much.
By Kayla McIntosh6 days ago in Confessions
5.11
I am craving you – not in a lustful way – I just want to get to know you more and more … at the same time I am scared to get hurt and that only me is feeling this way … you calm me down and in the first time in forever I can really be myself again …. Not a random version .
By _ lilinana6 days ago in Confessions
ORCHID. Content Warning.
I would like to have a specific order to start this story, but I just want to start by remembering that day I saw a movie "The Orchid" if I remember correctly, where a girl no longer felt happy in her marriage and was able to cheat on her husband with another man, but not only that is that I felt so identified as she was so fragile before a look as penetrating as that of her lover, who desired her and looked at her with love and intrigue, that man who felt that she was a trophy that she wanted but could not touch. That feeling of the lover towards her, that vibe of energies that vibrate in a thousand colors throughout the body, but are trapped in it, that kind of vibrant sensation of wanting to shout it, but not being able to do it, because that's simply what was incredible for me at the time of watching the movie, I thought how beautiful love is even if it was forbidden, But is that really forbidden what makes those strong gazes and compact energies stronger?
By Adriana Herrera6 days ago in Confessions
The Ghostwriter's Ransom
I have spent the last decade being the voice of people who have nothing to say. I am a professional ghostwriter. If you’ve walked through an airport bookstore in the last five years, you’ve seen my work. You just haven’t seen my name. I’ve written memoirs for starlets who can’t spell "autobiography," and "thought leadership" books for CEOs who haven’t had an original thought since 1998.
By Luna Vani7 days ago in Confessions
The Price of My Silence
The silver spoon in baby Leo’s mouth cost more than my father earned in a year. I watched the light glint off the polished metal as I fed him, my expression a mask of practiced, professional warmth. To the Richardsons, I was "Mara," the quiet girl from the agency with glowing references and a knack for soothing colicky infants. They saw a savior; I saw a crime scene.
By luna hart7 days ago in Confessions
Voicemail #part one
"The person you are trying to reach is not available. Please leave a message" Beeeeeeep "Hey Emma, Ive been trying to call your phone for the past couple of days. I know your busy and all....I just...I guess I miss you. I know we're not supposed to call our ex's and say stuff but its just been bothering me so much. I wonder how your doing, I hope your doing better. I really do. I'm not trying to get back with you, I know you have a boyfriend and i see how happy you are with him. Im really proud of you, for both how good you are doing for yourself as well as for...leaving us. I think it was for the better. For both of us. I know it was the right decision, I just wish it wasn't. I dont want your boyfriend to hear this and think I want you back. Thats not why I called, or am leaving this message. I just miss you, and I guess I just want to hear you say it, that its over, one more time. That this is our last goodbye. Because I met a girl, and she is really nice, I want things to work out. I want to be able to move on, and I want to be able to treat her better, i want to do better than what we did. I also want to say Im sorry. Im sorry. For all the hurt I caused, and how much I was draining you. It was never your fault, any of this. I shouldve tried to work on myself and do better, but I didn't push myself enough to. I shouldve been there for you, when you where crying, and going through it. But you where only crying because of me. I guess it hurts me now, thinking about it. It makes me sick how I didn't try hard enough for us, I shouldve tried harder. I shouldve charished what we have more, took the time to take you on more dates. Im happy that He is doing that for you. You deserve to be treated better, you deserved more than I could ever give you. I know you will be a great mother, and- I just wish I was te one to be there to see you happy again, I wish I wish the one, but I know I messed it up. I messed us up so badly. And Im sorry. But please dont forgive me. I shouldnt be forgiven. I dont even know if youll listen to this, or if you even have the same phone number. If you do listen to this, Im sorry If i ruined your day. Im not calling to make you forgive me or what me back, or feel bad for me. I want you to hate me, i want you to hate me so much. Because if you hate me, itll make me want to be better. Do better. So hate me. And dont ever hate yourself. Love yourself. Dont let anyone bring you down, or drain you like i did. Enjoy your life and your moments. As I have learned, not every good thing has a good end. So take life slow. I guess that'll be all. I don't want this message to be too long. Ill go now. I hope you were having a good day. Stay safe and warm, and smile. Always smile. Its the most beautiful thing about you. I know I shouldnt say it, but I want the last time to actually mean something. so.
By Chxse9 days ago in Confessions
