Teenage years
WHY I LOST My VIRGINITY...
We started off as friends and it later turned out into a beautiful two years relationship, we both nurtured plans of getting married and having a future together but it was not gonna be that easy as we both wanted to begin any thing sexual after marriage but we are humans aren’t we?
By Adin Reggie3 years ago in Confessions
wildflowers became the magic of my life.
Scrolling down the internet, somewhere along the lines I saw "Beautiful wildflower grows untamed" and that hit me. I have always admire wildflowers and have always love to sing and write about them but then again I have always loved to write about the things I am not. Wildflowers became a part of my life, perhaps a comfort zones. Something about their free and wild spirits have comforted me whenever I felt everything was too much to handle. She is so stubborn that no matter how chaotic it is she has managed to bloom in the middle of nowhere and in her own way. She has never failed to amuse me. I knew I admired them from the very start but everything started to change when I began to realize how different she was from me. Wildflowers to me has always been intriguing story that has stirred the start of my 20's and that's not too long ago, just some months. So, to be precise I would say wildflowers became a thing in my last teenage year. She was always so strong, spirited, free and wild but I, I was just a girl living behind the facades.
By Supriya limbu3 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a 30-Something Guy Who Looks 20-Something at Most
Less than a week from now is my 35th birthday (though most people don’t see it at first if they either didn’t know beforehand or aren’t told until after our first meeting), and the closest I’ve had to a relationship is a brief, hypothetical long distance QPP.
By Orion J. Zed3 years ago in Confessions
If Life Was That Simple
We spend our lives searching for things that are not always there. Sometimes the things that we search for, are not always what we need. What I'm trying to say is, I've spent half of my teenage life searching for things that I was wasting time on. Things that I didn't need in my life at the time. Lusting for those things was draining me, not just emotionally but mentally. Looking out at the beautiful scenery that glows into my view, wondering if love or anything else will come my way and have a positive impact on my life. After many disappointments coming at me in so many forms, I've just about had it. When you've had delays and negativity always around you, you get used to it. It gets to you. It gets to the point where you can't ignore those disappointments anymore. And then when they start to pile up in your head, you become so tired that you don't even have the energy for anything.
By Sorelle.Maia3 years ago in Confessions
Dating a Suicidal Person as a Suicidal Person
I do not recommend having your first romantic relationship be with an unstable person while you are currently overcoming depression. It’s difficult for me to talk about this and be this vulnerable. Truth be told, I’m worried this topic might be too dark to submit, but this relationship had a huge impact on my life so I figure it’s worth sharing. This is my first time laying out the whole story with all the details to anyone, including my therapist.
By Zane Aquaman3 years ago in Confessions
I Keep Having the Same Annoying Dreams
I am 13 weeks pregnant. Over the past few weeks, I've been super tired. I've barely wanted to do anything. The sites I work for have been dipping when it comes to earnings and traffic, so that is partly to blame for the demotivation I've been feeling. (Why bother putting in effort for a few cents?)
By Andrea Lawrence3 years ago in Confessions
I “Quiet-Quit” Saying Stupid Shit
Everywhere I look lately, I see the words “Quiet-quit”. Especially on Medium articles, as of late. I had to look up the meaning and once I saw it, ugh. Sometimes, certain phrases just make you want to puke. Gag me with a thesaurus.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer3 years ago in Confessions
Why I Still Write...
Do not whine… Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone. - Joan Didion Here I am, staring at the blank page and coming up with another idea for an online piece that will be posted on Vocal with the hope that it will become popular, read widely, maybe even viral. I know that the odds are against me, and yet I still do this. I find a way to sit down and stare down a blank white rectangle that does not care either way if I decide to search for porn or create another poem, essay, list or story (my usual choices). And sometimes I wonder why.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
My Life At 30 Years Old
So I pull a "fuck it" and let my hands flow on the keyboard, let my brain tell me what to write. I wanted to write about how great it is to be 30 years old, I wanted to write that I don't understand those who complain now that they have reached this age, but instead I will write about myself. Because I rarely write about myself.
By Viorel Secareanu4 years ago in Confessions
A Shitty (literally) Incident That Happened To Me at The Vienna Train Station
--- Whatever, that being said, let's take a short break from the travelogue of the 30 days in Europe and move on to the tragicomic happenings that happened, obviously, in Vienna. The main one, I say, which I consider the cherry on the cake of disappointments in this city, and a small one, but still shitty…
By Viorel Secareanu4 years ago in Confessions
