Stream of Consciousness
Lie To Me Issue #4. Content Warning.
I was alone, my mom’s house was empty. My social media and my phone had been blowing up with people asking me if what I had done was true, some of them were telling me about how terrible I am, that I am less than a person. My employers asked if I was coming into work that day. I was simply drained. I guess I must have been more tired than I thought because my mother told me I had been asleep for almost two days, didn’t eat, barely went to the bathroom. To me, it all felt like one long day. I knew that I didn’t get all my bags out of my car before it was towed, I figured I would do it in the morning, my backpack was in the car that held my wallet, the last of my cash, my laptop, and some more personal items. I was back at step zero.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker2 years ago in Confessions
24 Hours. Content Warning.
Have you ever wanted to walk out of your life? Just sink into your follies like pajamas, never leaving your bed again? Throw the pillow over your face. Let it do its worst? Hide under the feathery folds of fabric. Stick yourself in between the sheets and the comforter, comforted, if only for a moment?
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Confessions
Supposedly Alone
I have never been in, or wanted to be in a relationship. By this I mean marrying, being engaged to or proposing, cohabiting, dating, having a girlfriend/boyfriend/enby freind etc etc. I will never be in one in the future.I think I covered everything.
By Neil Marathe2 years ago in Confessions
Lie To Me: One Off.
This is going to be a one off story that is connected to the overall story, but this plays no significant role in personal growth, the story’s narrative, nor does it include Posey Jones. However, this story has stuck with me in the darkest nights and in my most solitude moments. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker2 years ago in Confessions
Echoes of Love Lost.
In the bustling city of Dubai, amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there was a man named Dominic. He was a man of quiet demeanor, with a smile that masked the turmoil within. Dominic had once been deeply in love with a woman named Hannah. Their love story had been one of passion and intensity, but like many tales of love, theirs had come to an abrupt end.
By Dominic Ach2 years ago in Confessions
How I Overcame My Depression with Cooking and Prayer
I was trapped in a vicious cycle of depression, a silent enemy that robbed me of joy and hope. Every day was a struggle, and every night was a nightmare. I felt worthless, hopeless, and helpless. I tried to hide my pain behind a mask of smiles, but inside, I was falling apart.
By BizBas 2 years ago in Confessions
A Rose 🌹 is a Rose 🥀 is a Rose 💐
I say with quite an unswerving conviction that whatever form of posterity love ❤️ takes through me , it surely draws upon a wide variety . It’s range extends into similes, metaphors and as well into parodies, with underpinnings that make me tantalizingly closer to love more than any. It whispers sweet nothings as in verses carelessly spreading in sprees. Intently so, its Provence alongside its piercings, underlie in the following: Disclosure— Dear reader, this then, above all the deep down revelations, dares in exacting ( rather perfecting it, here and now,) the didactical tonal cleaves of love; vaunting nor wailing to the end of this excessive. To that, bear me in peace! And as is, it equals to—me celebrating you in me, as originally as can be. Indubitably so, for my sort of poetic utterances, perhaps landing more fairly, (now more than ever, ) over your eyes, to envision —WHITE brighter than bright , as in peace 🕊️. Though it may not be precisely clear but here comes a verse field of emotion depicting love as I view it … Love can be crafty, Love can be sweet, So is ,Such is , Said of it !
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Confessions
I am so Tired
I don’t want to sleep. I am tired and I have a headache, but I don’t want to sleep. My head is too full of me right now, and I am exhausted. But it is easier to stay awake than to try to force myself to fall asleep. I never thought that I would get to a point where falling asleep would be so hard. I am always tired, always on the verge of needing a nap. Some days I get lucky and sleep comes easy. I can lie down and find my comfortable sleep position without my heart feeling like it will burst out of my chest, or that weird stitch in my side. Some nights I don’t have the strange jerk that jolts me out of dozing and hurts my already painful joints. Once in a while, I don’t wake at every slight sound. I can stay asleep as my body readjusts to a better position.
By Jolie Boyer2 years ago in Confessions
How would you guarantee peace?
Peace is a very sensitive state which takes just the slightest wrong action to trigger a set of events which will eventually lead to its destruction. It doesn’t take much to disrupt peace; a wrong look, a misunderstanding, an unfunny joke etc. Don’t get carried away, in this article I am not talking about how to maintain peace between two nations, that's way too big of a scale and way too complex a problem. I am talking about how to maintain peace at your very own tiny scale, the peace between your friends, your relatives or simply in your neighborhood.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Hi, I am your clone
"Reporting live on news, I'm here with interviewer 'Carlo Caprese' here to talk about his interview with celebrity impersonator 'Savannah Lionel.' Savannah reported to journalist 'Dustin Limbo' after the death of 'Janice Kewen', about the defining horrors of the past years portraying her as an 'impersonator', rather more a clone... for actress, singer and dancer Kewen.
By Kodah2 years ago in Confessions
