Humanity
Its Not Some Feminist Crap Like "I Don't Need A Man." I JUST DON'T WANT ONE.
Okay so first of, the title isn't meant to offend anyone. I genuinely respect feminism and believe the movement is responsible for a lot of positive changes that society have been through in the last few decades.
By Nazneen Dubash4 years ago in Confessions
Millions of Miles Per Hour
I feel like I am going a million miles per hour, yet I accomplish nothing. I have so much to do with my life, but I feel like I am in a never-ending cycle of events that keep holding me back. I've been trying my hardest to keep a straight face and not let anyone know I struggle. But I can't keep that mask on anymore. I can feel myself breaking, and it's happening more frequently lately. The only thing keeping me sane is that I haven't been genuinely alone; I always have {Someone} around me. But that's how I grew up too. It's all I've known my whole life, never really alone besides for a few hours at a time.
By Bethanee Roberts4 years ago in Confessions
The Job of Acceptance
I needed a job. I really wanted to contribute. I had moved in with my boyfriend. The next step in our plan was to buy a house together. I wanted a job because the majority of the money I would earn would go towards a down payment on a house.
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Confessions
End of the world
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world, sometimes I feel like I want it to be the end of the world. I've had such a bad feeling about today, so have so many others that I have spoken to about my feelings. I just sit here waiting for something bad to happen and I don't know when or how.
By Lia Rose4 years ago in Confessions
When It's Time To Leave
Change, especially big changes, can be scary. Change means the unknown or unfamiliar. It means stepping away from the comforting and secure, taking a risk that may or may not pay off. Viewed in that light, it's unsurprising that people would stay in bad relationships, toxic work environments and unideal situations until they can no longer ignore the negative effects.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Confessions
Mattersome Mind Spatter.
I fucking hate everything. Had my fill of it all. Please don’t take offense, it’s a “me” thing. I’m sure you’re just a peach. Entrenched in my microcosm...I barely even eat anymore. Still, do kindly back off of my biscuits. Who knew fasting brought out latent food aggression? The people who actually have nothing to eat. That’s who.
By C.J. Jaye4 years ago in Confessions
Random Acts of Kindness
My mother, god bless her, always taught me to do nice things for others whenever I can- that’s why I give homeless people “Kind” bars and donate to “Donation Boxes” at various places. Unfortunately, some ideas, like giving Grandma’s computer a “Makeover,” sound better in theory than in actuality. However, last Friday (Friday the 13th, no less!) I did something beautiful for another autism mom that she will never, ever forget.
By Jennifer Rose4 years ago in Confessions
When You Don't Fit In Life's Perfect Boxes
Starting from when we are very small, Societies and Governments try to place us in boxes intended to tell us who or what we are, or what we can or cannot do. From a young age, I have been very good at not fitting in those boxes.
By Kristy Anderson4 years ago in Confessions
Am I really hitting Rock Bottom? Check yourself before you say “yes”
Oh, Mom’s birthday earlier this week was fine. Better than fine, really- while Mom is still upset about my sister’s disability, I still had a great day. We went out to a fancy-shmancy restaurant, and while my sister acted up, they reacted beautifully and saw it as nothing. I had offered to read to my sister, and gave my mother a Bob Marley cover album for her special day, which was done by one of those dinky cover bands that play by the pool, but hey, it’s the thought that counts. Speaking of which, I had also offered to read to my sister “VeggieTales” but accidentally left the book at home. Oh well, I’ll just bring it next time!
By Jennifer Rose4 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Chose Me
A couple of years ago, I finally decided to leave an extremely abusive relationship. I was with my partner for five years, and I endured mental, physical, and emotional abuse on an almost daily basis. She would call me crude names, as well as tell me I was worthless and that no one would ever want to be with me or love me. She would punch me, pull my hair, and throw my personal belongings, often times breaking expensive electronics. I lost count of the number of books she destroyed. She was abusive, narcissistic, and mean. When I finally got up the courage to leave and stay gone, she lit our house on fire, destroying much of my clothing, all of my books, and sentimental items that cannot be replaced.
By Kristina Zill4 years ago in Confessions
