Teenage years
The story of untold breakup
A girl named Izzie fell in love with a boy she used to refer to as a brother, but he wasn't her actual brother. They attended the same school. She was getting past over her last breakup that happened in January. The boy named Webster offered her support and courage during her emotionally trying times. They were good friends but never talked to each other much. Webster was Lily's male best friend who was also Izzie's best friend. Webster and Izzie were related through lily although they were all classmates. They had a group of four to five people who always used to be together. Izzie was feeling better and was getting back to normal. Slowly, she was emerging from her breakup zone.
By Freedom of mind4 years ago in Confessions
Memories...in the forefront of my mind
On occasion, thoughts of my former life seem to bubble up to the surface. Only having but 40 years on this planet thus far might do that to someone. To be quite frank none of this ever felt quite right. Still doesn't. There was a short time I felt like I belonged in my own skin and I felt happy to do so. I am hoping that this mild-mannered catharsis will eventually lead to a break-through rather than a breakdown. I really cannot handle another breakdown.
By Lady Bt4 years ago in Confessions
Dear 13 Year-Old Me
Dear 13 Year-Old Me, You're a little less than half my age now, and that's kind of crazy. With that being said, shit is going to get even crazier than it already is…shit for you will honestly always fall under one extreme side of the spectrum or the other. If you haven't caught on by now, you know this is going to be a little unconventional, this won't be the typical letter to a 13 year-old version of myself. I don't have the answers for you, nor do I have any pointers on how to do things differently because there's no need to change the course of things. All I want to leave with this time-capsulated aspect of myself are a few pieces of moral advice.
By Aujha Aye4 years ago in Confessions
My letter to Elvis Presley
My letter to Elvis Presley To whom it may concern Uncle John had passed, and I was chosen to clean up some of the stuff in his room. I was very close to my uncle he had moved in with us after Aunt Tez died. I guess you could say that he was a big part of my growing up.
By Eladio Del Castillo4 years ago in Confessions
Love Is Blind
Turns out that it doesn't matter how much he means to you, he'll never feel the same way about you. You can love him to the ends of the Earth and he still won't follow you. It doesn't matter how many times you say 'I love you', he'll still never believe that you are telling the truth. You can go out on dates, hold hands, and kiss, it won't mean a thing to him. He can live in your head rent-free but he will still think about someone else as you watch him with endearing eyes. You could spend hours on the phone, staying up all night because you don't want to ever be away from him and it still won't matter because he doesn't care! All you could ever want is for him to care as much as you do, but all you can do is hope.
By Zae Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
The importance of Sex-ed
Sex Education When Taught correctly is necessary for kids to have. Unfortunately, it's also received a lot of flack from parents. My parents saw no reason to inform us about sex, and they thought just telling us not to would keep us from having sex. I can tell you now it certainly didn't work with me.
By April Moore4 years ago in Confessions
A Trip Down Wattpad Lane
I want to cry. All for good reasons. I recently redownloaded an old writing app and started rereading my stories. One, in particular, was a personal journal where I ranted and vented about all my problems. I talked about life and all the troubles I had transversing it.
By Davlin Knight4 years ago in Confessions
Dusty Trails
As a writer, I often get asked to retell a story because it's a favorite of someone. It's nice knowing that what I wrote could become that one that someone would remember me for in the years to come. Many good stories start with "remember when" or "remember the time." I had good subjects to write about; they were easy prey, I could count on them, they never failed me. My children, like circus clowns, were the victims of some classics; I'm a Blind Date Magnet, The Fight Between the Donkey & the Pig, A Horse in the House, Who Ate My Pizza, and My Ass Is Going Down the Road. I have my favorites too. What would usually be Big Week here in our neck of the woods, I noticed son Monroe had rodeo withdraws with the pandemic shutting everything down. It reminded me of the time of a young cowboy who made the trip of a lifetime on the back of a horse.
By Paula Cushman4 years ago in Confessions
The Girls I [Used] To [Love]
Outside of the need for procreation as a means to keep our species living onward (I've gleaned that is more or less the technical reality of it), our lives have not been acclimated to such. Instead, we are caught up in the romance of things--however that may be relevant, existentially.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Confessions
