Secrets
The Secret Battle I’ve Been Fighting in Silence
I’ve always been the one who smiles, laughs, and tries to keep life light for everyone around me. From the outside, it looked like I had everything under control. Friends, family, even strangers probably thought I was confident, happy, and “put together.” But behind that smile was a secret—a relentless, invisible battle I never wanted anyone to see: anxiety.
By Shakil Sorkar5 months ago in Confessions
The Thing I Pretend Doesn’t Bother Me (But Actually Does)
I’ve always prided myself on being easygoing, the type of person who goes with the flow. I laugh off small annoyances, shrug off mistakes, and tell myself that everything is “fine” even when it isn’t. On the surface, it looks like I have it all together. But behind that smile is a truth I rarely admit: I’m tired of pretending that certain things don’t bother me—because they do.
By Shakil Sorkar5 months ago in Confessions
We Talk All Day Online — But No One Really Connects Anymore
I spend hours every day talking to people — or at least it feels like I do. My phone buzzes with messages, memes, and notifications. Friends send voice notes, group chats explode with opinions, and someone always seems to be typing. But when the screen goes dark, the silence feels heavier than ever.
By Shakil Sorkar5 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 専門
I am glad my aunt gave me this computer. It is only good for school, but I guess I appreciate it the monster. Ah I am channeling now. I am feeling negative energy and then when I look at the katakana I notice I made a mistake. I should've wrote katakana.
By Kayla McIntosh5 months ago in Confessions
I Caught My Trans Roommate Watching Me… Then He Asked to Try. Content Warning.
The story you’re about to read is not fiction; it was shared anonymously with us, and we’ve chosen to share this message with everyone. While the content of the confession may be unsettling to some, it serves as a powerful testament to the experiences faced by individuals who choose to remain anonymous. We believe in providing a platform for diverse narratives, even those that may evoke strong emotions or discomfort. It is a reminder that everyone’s journey is unique, and sharing these stories fosters understanding and empathy within our community.
By 18 plus home5 months ago in Confessions
The Room at the End of the Hall. Content Warning.
I used to avoid looking down the hall. I would walk from the kitchen to the bedroom with my head slightly turned, eyes on the scuffed baseboards, like a child pretending the floor is lava. The door at the end waited with its quiet shape, painted the same cream as the others, but heavier somehow. I taped it shut the winter I stopped leaving the house. I told myself it was to keep the draft out. The truth was simple. That room hurt to look at.
By Dakota Denise 5 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 劣等生
I already wrote this but it got deleted for some reason. I just want to destress before I have to spend the rest of the day ( literally the rest of the day ) just studying Math and Japanese. Mostly math though since I have that pesky test tomorrow.
By Kayla McIntosh5 months ago in Confessions
echoes of my derangement
have you ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy? well, that's the story of my life. but instead of a nice, neat line, my path got twisted over itself creating echoes from my past into my present. maybe that's just part of growing up, but mine are all laid on top of each other like a mess of fingerprints on the windows of my soul. maybe that's just part of growing up, too, but i think it's probably not. this feels like one of those stories you tell where you think it's normal until everyone is sad at the end.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist5 months ago in Confessions
The Midnight Whistle:. AI-Generated.
Karachi is a metropolis of noise. Rickshaws rattle through slim lanes, vendors shout charges, and youngsters play cricket until the streetlights flicker on. but in a single community near the old railway tracks, silence falls at nighttime. no longer due to the fact people sleep — but because of the whistle.
By The Writer...A_Awan5 months ago in Confessions
ramblings of a madwoman
so i think i figured out how, biomechanically speaking, metAlchemy works in the brains it works in (most/all) and why there might be an exception in my husband. ready to take a trip on the crazy train? it's about to get delusional in here, folks. here's your chance to walk away.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist5 months ago in Confessions
