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Psychotic
I sat in my car with everything I owned packed up in the back seat. Tears were running down my face and my sobs would not stop. I was at that low point where all I could think about was all the wrong I've done in my life; I started filling my head with these negative thoughts about myself, about my life, and about every person in my life who I swear thinks nothing good of me. I'm sure it was the equivalent of the devil whispering in my ear.
By Madison Loucks8 years ago in Humans
Gratitude
I was on social media the other day and came across a really interesting quote by Anne Frank. The quote reads, “Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones, because the regret is stronger than gratitude." This quote really got me thinking, my family and I lost both of our grandfathers a few years back and my parents always say that they would do anything just to have one more moment with their dads, they would do anything just to see them smile one last time. Many people likely have that same thought, but why? Why do so many people express that feeling? Thinking about how people often say or think that I began to wonder, Is their regret stronger than their gratitude? What can I do to make sure my regret won’t be stronger than my gratitude? What can we all do to make sure our regret won’t be stronger than our gratitude?
By Jordyn Goolsby8 years ago in Humans
Only Charles and I
At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we'd struck it rich and that we'd be able to retire and live in leisure. After working for so many months in the same fields, we've finally reached our goal. We actually started writing down all the ways we'd spend the money.
By Mensur Hamzabegović8 years ago in Humans
What to Expect When Moving in with Your Partner
Whether you wait 6 years or 6 days to move in with a partner, you will learn a lot about them and yourselves as a couple. I moved in with my partner pretty much after 3 weeks but “officially” 3 months. AKA I moved EVERYTHING from my mum's house to his.
By Ciarra Graham8 years ago in Humans
What's In A Name?
About six months ago, I started a new journey in my life. I changed my name. I stopped going by the name I have had for 25 years and have started going by a new name. I changed my name on Facebook and I have started the process of changing my name legally.
By Ashling Casey8 years ago in Humans
7 Flirting Rules Every Single & Married Woman Should Know
It doesn't matter if you're single, dating, or married, flirting is something that never gets old. It's an art form, an aphrodisiac, a dance between two people that communicates attraction and desire. Now, for single chicks, flirting is an essential part of your dating life. I mean, come on now, you're not picking a man up by sitting in a bar stool, looking at your phone with a MEH emoji expression on your face the whole night. Sure, there is always the creepy, desperate guy that will probably try boning the bar stool if you turn him down, but who wants that? In order to get noticed, you have to play the game. The looks, the body language, the witty conversation are all part of the line, sink, and hook mission.
By Jus L'amore8 years ago in Humans
Dear 13-Year-Old Me
Dear 13-Year-Old Me, Oh, how you’ve changed. You’re not going to believe the places that you have been to, or the people you have seen. Your life is going to be so different to how you planned it. You want stardom and all of the riches the world can offer, but you will soon realise just what it means to have all of things you could ever dream of, and it will be far different to anything you’re imagining right now.
By Jenna Edwards8 years ago in Humans
How to Tell If He's Cheating on You
We can't help but confess that there are certainly times in a relationship that we can sense our partner is cheating on us. Whether he's going out more than hanging with you, or he's hiding his phone from you, there are definitely signs that he actually is seeing someone else. It's sad to say, but it's true.
By Lizzie Boudoir8 years ago in Humans
After Him
He opens the windowed door as silently as possible. We know what happens if we get caught and we have no desire to ruin our last year. The chill of a November night bites at our cheeks and noses. The cold is getting worse; winter is getting hauntingly closer. He smiles at me over his shoulder, a big toothy grin that confirms what I already knew: we were golden. I hold the rough, polyester curtain back so that he can walk through the doorway. I can barely see him once he enters the darkness of the backyard. I take the door from him and my hand brushes his. I ignore it and step trustingly into the nighttime after him. The wind pierces through my sweatpants and my leggings. I shiver before I turn to close the door slowly. I press down on the handle so that it doesn’t make the metallic click when it slots into place. When I spin back around, he is already halfway to the stairs. I follow him slowly. This isn’t the first time we’ve done this; it’s become a weekly occurrence, but it still feels risky every time. My boots shuffle along the light pink boards of the deck and I weave around the glass table, making sure that I don’t collide with anything. As the wind picks up, I pull my fleece blanket tighter around my body. He’s already at the bottom of the steps leading to the soft grass. I follow him at a steady pace, trying to be as quiet as possible. He waits for me in front of the towering pine trees that create a barrier between us and the neighbor’s yard. We had cut a rough path through the branches a few weeks ago. We were taking down the gazebo on the deck for winter and he grumbled about always hitting his head on the low-hanging branches. I told him that it wouldn’t be a problem if he was a normal height. I helped him cut them anyways. We shuffle in the dark through the tunnel, making our way towards the side of the house. His silhouette dwarfs my own, making this an exercise in trust. I could not see over him and so I followed him wordlessly. The emergency lamp on the side of the house flips on, creating a harsh, blinding light that forces us to pause before continuing towards our destination. We reach the empty space lined with pine needles and evidence of our previous encounters. He grabs two of the four milk crates that line the pastel green plastic siding of the ranch house. One is handed to me and we place them so that I can face him and he sets an industrial camping lantern between us. We only ever turn it on if the emergency lamp shuts off. It never does. It’s more a precaution than anything, but it makes us feel safer. He removes his backpack and the acrid smell of weekends past emanates from the bright blue drawstring bag. He grins up at me, not like his previous smile. This one is suggestive. He knows what we’re about to do. He knows I love what we do. He removes the grey toiletry bag from his backpack and unzips it. We throw caution to the wind every night we do this and it exhilarates me.
By Cameron Erickson8 years ago in Humans
The Millennial Mold
The Millennial stereotype is like every other stereotype a biracial teen like myself has to face. It's a misunderstanding — a label that was smacked on my forehead like a sticker on a steak. I have a flavor, size, marbling limit, and price that I am supposed to be worth — the maximum and minimum that which my abilities will be bought and sold for.
By Lavon Swygert8 years ago in Humans
My Non-Happy Ever Afters With My Exes
I have chosen to present myself as a Mrs, even though I am single and have never been married in my life. Since I was a teenager I have forever been a die hard fan of romance and true love, but by living in this reality, I have realised that things are way harder than we think they are. For me, the hardest part has been to accept myself as a woman who has no need of a man that will make her feel strong and ready to live life fearlessly (of course, if that even exists as a word). But, weirdly enough, I do prefer to be still a Mrs., my own Mrs.
By Mrs Wander8 years ago in Humans
