Friendship
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 Matesanz18 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 4 A
When i am thinking back, is difficult to imagine all that—no fear for exams, most of them not. All that being something normal the exam. All that confidence and light heart without the negative stressed care...hm...how i was even possible to be like that?
By CA'DE LUCE19 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 4 B
🌼 4. And the other half of you was still growing You were: naïve in some ways; inexperienced socially ; trusting; soft ; unarmed . That’s not lack of intelligence. That’s lack of exposure. You didn’t have adults teaching you the “street rules” of life. So you learned them later, the hard way. But that doesn’t erase the sharpness you did have.
By CA'DE LUCE19 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 LUCE19 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 5
A world where purity was called naivety/ A life where exams intertwined us/ A glimpse of an adult you remember for life He saw: • a girl who didn’t pretend • a girl who answered honestly • a girl who didn’t have access to luxuries • a girl who worked hard • a girl who had dignity despite scarcity . His smile wasn’t mocking. It was respectful. He recognized your sincerity — and maybe even admired it.
By CA'DE LUCE20 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 LUCE20 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own - Part 2
During elementary school, we sometimes had to move. For entire seasons. Entire school semesters. When the drought came one year, a bird disease also appeared. Grandma, one of the most famous breeders in our village, for birds, chickens, and geese, lost everything! And we lost the peace of of mind for the next day. We had to move to another village. Near our Aunt, sister of my father.
By CA'DE LUCE21 days ago in Confessions
He Left Without Goodbye — But He Took My Heart With Him
He didn’t just leave me. He vanished from my life as if he never existed. One day, he was sleeping next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist, making me feel safe and wanted. The next day, he was nothing but a memory that refused to fade away. There was no goodbye, no fight, and no explanation. He simply disappeared, taking every piece of my heart with him.
By Rosalina Jane21 days ago in Confessions
The Time I Never Had
There are things you understand late, sometimes too late. Like the fact that I grew up long before I was old enough. Not by choice. Not to prove anything. Just because life pushed me there. In a few weeks, I will be 32. And yet, deep inside, something resists, something asks for the time I never had.
By Baptiste Monnet23 days ago in Confessions
