Teenage years
I couldn't be my 21-year-old self
It was early in the morning at a McDonalds getting breakfast when I got an email from my 21-year-old self. Present day, I'm 30, but on the last day of living in my university flat, I apparently sent myself an email to the future.
By CJ Francis5 years ago in Confessions
Woman and the Shower
When I was little, about four or five, I used to take showers with my dad. It was a 70s style shower, nestled into the corner of the bathroom, with a glass door and dark blue tiles. We would sit on the tiny shower floor and play with plastic bath toys. We would pretend to be witches and make potions out of conditioner and soap. There was no shelving, so all of the shampoo and conditioner and soap bottles were kept in a corner on the floor; that to us became a castle, a mystic fort of our kingdom. Sometimes we would create a wild flood scene by sitting on the drain, or there would be a battle between the farm animals and the dinosaurs. We would sit there, in our square meter world and play until the hot water ran out.
By Alyssia Balbi5 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Cultural Catholic
My name is Kathleen Marie Patricia, and I grew up Irish Catholic in Boston. Like everyone else I knew, I attended twelve years of parochial school and went to Mass every weekend. I didn’t even know any non-Catholic peers until I was in my teens. These kids went to public school! They were like exotic aliens to me.
By Kathy Copeland Padden5 years ago in Confessions
Hostel Life.
This is the story about two boys staying in the hostel. Now-a-days, people think that students live a freely life in the hostel but this is not always true. Sometimes students wants to live in the hostel to study and built their career which is the main thing in my story
By A B Muhammad5 years ago in Confessions
The road to my passion
When I was a pre-teen, I remember very vividly starting to make lists about all the things I wanted to do as a girl to improve. I would open my black diary that had a picture of 90s Australian girl group Girlfriend on it, unlock the heart shaped lock and write down my hopes, dreams and ‘beauty’ lists.
By Ange Khoudair5 years ago in Confessions
Dance Drama
1997 was an all around crap year for me. Within the first three weeks my little sister, along with five others, was killed in a horrible accident involving two semi trucks. Aside from the shock of her sudden death, trauma dealing with the knowledge she would need a closed casket viewing, and going through all the firsts with out her; there were the people to deal with. Our community is small, so news of the accident spread quickly and everyone knew about it. Everywhere I went people, even those I didn’t know, would either lower their heads avoiding eye contact or stop me to mumble apologies for my loss. Our home was constantly filled with people coming to give their sympathies. I am an introvert, and naturally awkward, so these interactions were rather draining and embarrassing. I was very thankful everyone was more than willing to be there for us though, it was a difficult time.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Confessions
A Musical Discovery
It's my freshman year of high school. I'm performing in my small, acapella choir, and the teacher is not there. She's on a trip, so as a choir, we have to teach ourselves and make sure we stay productive in our rehearsal. We practice a couple of songs, and eventually, we move on to a song called "Landed." Around the final chorus of the song, we change keys. This isn't the first time the choir changed keys mid-song when they weren't supposed to. However, it's the first time I make a big deal about it. I want to try and prevent the change in keys from happening again so that it doesn't occur during our evening concert.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Confessions
Adapt or Die
I couldn't wait to be a teenager, until scrapes,cuts and bruises were no longer from my friends accidentally pushing me on the playground but now from myself. Tummy aches were no longer from catching the stomach bug but from now the harsh bitter taste of alcohol. Hugs and kisses were not gross anymore but they were now mandatory. My body was not invisible, it became the first thing people judged me off of. And those pills, I guess were still used to take the pain away. As I crumbled to the pieces of my youth slipping away through my tired fingers, I realized I was not meant for today's society. I have turned into the person I used to make fun of, someone who I would see at a restaurant and make a mental note on what I don't want to grow up to be. My morals were so strong but broke so easily. And for what, the acceptance of people I will never see after highschool? These people that I call my friend have mastered manipulation in a way that even I fell for. All I ever wanted was to be in “that” friend group but I read the people wrong, but can I blame myself salt and sugar look the same and are completely different. Ever since I was little I wanted to be a superhero, so the closest thing to that is a doctor. Someone who spends their life saving people from the inevitable, death. When I told my friends about my future they told me I was an idiot and brushed me off their shoulder. The pain I felt was something I have never felt before. My heart felt like it was on fire and then burnt into crisps. My friends have never even considered their future, probably because they don't know if they will make it past twenty with all the smoke in their lungs. I became viewed as trashy because of the people I spent my time with but still wasn't I popular? I knew I didn't fit in but I could not take the risk to detach myself because I could not handle the loneliness I would feel. With all these people around me all the time, how does loneliness still exist with all the souls in the world? When I find a room at a party and can finally put my drink down the tsunami of sadness drowns me. This sadness that they say can be beautiful, what sadness is this? Because my sadness rips me apart from the inside and there isn't anything beautiful about it. I had always wanted my life to be like a romantic movie and I got what I wanted, except I wasn't careful with what I wished for and I ended up being the girl in the love triangle that gets forgotten about. It is like I am a side character in everyone else's life and I can't grab the wheel of my own. I have spent my whole life convincing myself I was a chapter worth following, and then these people came along and don't want to read the ending and now my whole story has fallen apart. My emotions are loose yet again, I'm yelling and I have no idea why. Please, someone save me because I no longer know who I am. I don't know why it bothers me so much when I am not accepted by the people around me because I do not accept them. Sometimes I wish people didn't have opinions. I wish their brains were empty, and their skulls were thin. I wish they didn't know right from wrong, and never thought about my mistakes again. I'm sick of crying, I'm sick of nausea, just because someone thinks low of me. Empty brains seem like the only way I'll ever be free. I look at the world differently than you, and not because I'm a free soul but because I'm a trapped one. It is like the person I want to be is too far to touch as I look at myself in the mirror right in front of me. I keep on telling myself I don't fit in with these people but secretly I think I have become one of them. So Adapt or die. As many times as we've heard it, the lesson doesn't get any easier. Problem is, we're human. We want more than just to survive. We want success. We want to be the best we can be so we fight like hell to get those things. Anything else feels like death.
By Deanna Pappas5 years ago in Confessions
ONCE I WAS ADAPTIVE; NOW I AM GROUNDED
I have seen Pakistan from north to the south; mountains to the sea. Once I was adaptive because I was able to adjust to the new environment easily and quickly. Transition in life, as a new school, new friends, and a new environment, was common mostly every year. Now I am grounded because I have found some best acquaintances without whom I cannot live. Karachi has given me countless and unforgettable memories of my life.
By Nawal Imran5 years ago in Confessions
