Taboo
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
The Power Of Overcoming Psychological Trauma
The silence in Elena’s apartment wasn’t the peaceful kind; it was a heavy, suffocating weight. For three years, her home had been a fortress of shadows, the windows rarely opened, and the door locked with a triple-turn of the key.
By MadlynLee6 days ago in Confessions
I Wasn’t Innocent
The Lie I Lived I grew up in a town that loved to smile in public but whispered secrets in private. Everyone knew everyone, or at least thought they did. I learned early that appearances mattered more than truth. At school, at church, at the grocery store, I played the part of the quiet, obedient child. The one who smiled at teachers, who nodded at neighbors, who never questioned. But inside, I was a storm. A storm of impulses, of choices no one wanted to see. And yet, I wore my mask so well that even I began to believe it.
By luna hart8 days ago in Confessions
The Cul-de-Sac of Chaos: Why The Couple Next Door is the Ultimate Suburban Guilty Pleasure
I’ve always been convinced that the quieter a street is, the weirder the people living on it are. You know the vibe-pristine lawns, color-coordinated trash bins, and a silence so thick you could cut it with a hedge trimmer. I remember moving into my first apartment and spending way too much time wondering why the woman in 4B only ever left her house at 3:00 AM carrying a yoga mat. Was she a dedicated athlete or a secret agent? It turns out she just worked the night shift at a bakery, but that spark of "curtain-twitching" paranoia is exactly what The Couple Next Door on Starz feeds on.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED11 days ago in Confessions
Watching the Clock
Today was the last day of this terrible weekend. My kids would (hopefully) be returned tonight. I know that it seems to concern people by my use of the word hopefully, but here is the deal: my ex and I have a custody order. It has a list of rules that we jointly agreed to follow. One of those rules is regarding parenting time and exchange times. But, another one of those rules is regarding safety needs that we agreed to follow in the best interests of our disabled son. Those safety needs are not getting followed. Why not? I don't have a good reason. I have offered to help purchase the needed items. I have offered to help find grants or other ways to pay for said items. I have asked why the safety needs that we agreed upon are not being utilized.
By The Schizophrenic Mom12 days ago in Confessions
The Disturbing Reddit Post Murder Confession
It began with a question that demanded brutal honesty: “To those who accidentally killed someone — what went wrong?” Buried beneath Reddit’s familiar layers of dark humour and detachment was a thread unlike the rest. It wasn’t there for shock value or spectacle. Instead, it asked people to return to the worst moment of their lives — to trace, in painful detail, how something irreversible could grow out of something ordinary.
By Matesanz13 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Last part
🌙 “How could I have forgotten all of this?” Because life pulls us in a thousand directions. Because adulthood layers over childhood like sediment. Because pain, distance, and responsibilities bury the softer memories. But they don’t disappear. They wait.
By CA'DE LUCE14 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 3
The maths teacher, he tried to speak with my father then back. Nothing came good of that! Quite the contrary. So latter, when he, my father, moved in a small city, where i went further to another high school, and he put me out, i had the occasion or the luck, to ''land '' at the door of my cousin and her brother, after 1 am in the night! I had a small luggage. And trembling from fear and cold! Her brother was married with 2 children there and his sister in 2 rooms. Somehow, there was found a place for me! I will not tell you the reason my father throw me out. Or maybe I should?
By CA'DE LUCE15 days ago in Confessions
They Said Girls Don’t Do That. Turns Out We Always Have
There was a moment on my social media feed recently that felt small and huge at the same time. A woman on video leaned in and said, half joking, half reverent, “When the enemies finally become lovers and no one’s home.” There was a soft buzzing sound underneath the audio. Anyone who understood it understood it immediately. Anyone who didn’t was about to learn. The comment section exploded. Women laughing, women nodding, women confessing, women admitting, women asking, “Wait… we’re allowed to do that?” Like they needed permission. Like someone had to sign it off. Like there had ever been a rulebook handed out in the first place.
By No One’s Daughter16 days ago in Confessions
