Stream of Consciousness
At Least You’re Out There Somewhere
It’s been forever since we last talked. Days, weeks, and months have passed. Yet…it still feels like it was yesterday when I last saw you. Even though you’ve basically vanished off the face of where we were, even though nothing could change the fact that circumstances got twisted and hurt, a part of me will always be influenced by you - for better and worse.
By Snarky Lisaabout a year ago in Confessions
Overcoming Financial Challenges
I am a college student from the Philippines, a country known for its rich natural resources, beautiful landscapes, and vibrant culture. However, beneath these positive qualities lies a harsh reality that many, especially those from other countries, do not fully understand: the widespread poverty that continues to affect millions of Filipinos. Although the Philippines boasts breathtaking tourist destinations, many of its citizens, including my family and me, struggle daily with financial hardships. As a student, this reality has a profound impact on my ability to pursue education and a better future.
By Bewabout a year ago in Confessions
A Persona Journey with Sleep Apnea: Why More Research and Solutions Matter
I remember the first time I realized something was wrong with my sleep. It wasn’t just the occasional grogginess or feeling a little tired during the day; this was different. I’d wake up several times during the night, feeling like I couldn’t catch my breath. Mornings became increasingly difficult as my fatigue grew, and my focus at work suffered. The worst part was not knowing why this was happening.
By Akhil Tripathiabout a year ago in Confessions
I Love You
I remember the first time I love you slipped out to a girlfriend. She was supposed to be my best friend and used it to demand me spending money on her, used it to demand that we do what she wanted to because "that's what you do for people you love," and used it to demand that I give her emotional attention even when I was so drained after the death of my grandmother. I didn't love her enough to keep her friendship.
By The Schizophrenic Momabout a year ago in Confessions
Ichy Body
I woke up today after staying up too late. I was talking to people on Hellotalk and fell asleep to piano music. I talked to a Russian boy about his plans and it's so sad, he's immensely talented and the stress of the world is leading him to want to hermit. I guess all creative get to that point eventually since we need time alone to find our inspiration. He's actually handling it better than I did so, I guess I don't need to worry about him as much.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Looking Chaos in the Eye and Saying “Try Me”
My mom returned home early. I guess I should put on some clothes to go to the bank. I am trying not to over think this and I still haven't washed my armpits because of the chaos but, I did clean up all the shit and piss on the floor and managed to pick up some garbage. But that wasn't enough, she's asking why I didn't clean the dishes.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Tarot and dreams
I talked to a tarot reader and she let me know about Neale Donald Walsch. It gave me some hope. I know that I can't be laying in the bed the whole time. I know after my hair dries, I'll have to put on my old clothes or something and get on with my day. I do think that perhaps I should spend sometime in the house today.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Bodyache
I was able to run some errands, I took some cans in got some money, I also put all my coins in the bank. It wasn't enough to pay for my phone bill but, I feel good that I was able to put some money in the bank. I actually finished all my tasks on Habitica too.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
The Silent Witness
In the small town of Maplewood, nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, a chilling mystery lingered for decades, casting a shadow over its quiet streets. The town was known for its vibrant fall colors, friendly residents, and the annual pumpkin festival. But beneath this picturesque facade lay a haunting unsolved case that would forever haunt its history.
By SATPOWERabout a year ago in Confessions
Mystery Items
I don't know why but I felt like, the last little bit of information I needed to ask Jahon was whether or not the bag of tomatoes on the kitchen table were from him or not. I only asked that because I half way wonder if my mom doesn't tell me when/if I get visitors, or I don't have faith in her doing that.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
