Friendship
Voided Cavern
It is strange to be surrounded by so many friends and yet feel so lonely. It was not that the fact that there wasn’t any common interest. We all took the Same classes and was given the same assignments. However it just felt like it was never enough. Was this how Princess Kaguya felt when she took one look at the moon? Or am I doomed to be alone forever searching to fill this impossible black void I feel within my own heart?
By Valkyrie Yun5 years ago in Confessions
Always Out of Place
How do I even begin? As someone who has grown up with a parent with a severe mental disorder, such as schizophrenia, feeling like an oddball is a common occurrence. I've never really felt like I fit in anywhere until I met one of my best friends.
By Lelani Tomanogi5 years ago in Confessions
When The Friendzone Feels More Like an Enemy Zone
It seems like everyone is familiar with the term ‘friend zone’, but there is no term for the aftermath. No, I’m not talking about the emotional toll on the person who ends up in the friend zone, I’m referring to the person who did the friend-zoning. The person put in this situation is usually a female, and she’s often viewed negatively after explaining that she just wants to be friends. Often, the person who’s been friend-zoned will complain that the ‘zoner’ wasted their time or lead them on, but wasn’t that ‘friend’ also leading them on? After all, they pretended to be someone’s friend for the sole purpose of dating them and now they want nothing more to do with them.
By Jade M.5 years ago in Confessions
Befitting Designs
A click of a send button isn’t satisfying to me anymore. I strive to connect with more than just my WIFI. In this time of social isolation where travel has not been possible, it has been my dream to continue to expand my horizons and learn about other cultures while forming authentic friendships with others. Due to the fact I am still at a mere age of 20 years old, this was important to me. I wasn’t sure how it would be possible, since at the time, I could barely experience anything beyond the walls of my house. Pragmatic communication has always been something I have valued and it is disappointing that a majority of text messages I receive are careless. No one seems to bother correcting errors and anything beyond an abbreviation is few and far between. Instant gratification and convenience have engulfed our world's connections and communication with one another. I have always pondered on how different life was for those many years ago who didn't have access to technology. Instant gratification in communicating was non-existent back then. Mindful letters would have to be written and the recipients would have to wait. The waiting time allows for thoughts to race, serving as an excitement period. It is an unfortunate fact that not too many people nowadays have experienced that. Letters are quintessential for human expression. That is when my search for a penpal began.
By Lauren Cassar5 years ago in Confessions
A Lifelong Love Affair
I love scissors! I love all kinds of scissors – embroidery, easy action, paper, office, folding, snips, non-sticks, storks, and shears. I love them in every colour – orange, purple, red, blue, iridescent, silver, and decorated in floral patterns. There is no such thing as too many scissors in my household! I have scissors in my kitchen, my car, my purse, and especially in my sewing room, where they have a drawer of their own, or are hanging from vintage candy dishes.
By Heather Seibel5 years ago in Confessions
Why Life Is A Lot More Fun When We Stop Trying to Be Perfect
“Oh, my lord,” he said, “I forgot to shave my left leg!” That may not sound like a particularly remarkable announcement, but Jenny and I were sitting in a rented bus that took our high-class class to the beach on "Senior Cut Day" a few weeks before graduation, and her discovery shocked me.
By Sulav kandel5 years ago in Confessions
The Night I Ran Into Tennessee Jed and His Brother Cosmic Charlie from the Reptilian World.
I was sitting at the local bar waiting for the local band to play. I dont get out much these days but my friends insisted. They hadn't shown up yet. I was just sitting there sipping on my Hornitos with my salt and lime wedge, when this really odd looking fella sits on the stool next to me.
By Susan Kulkowitz5 years ago in Confessions
She Hated Me Because I Wouldn't Hate Her
Her boyfriend falling in love with me was the last link that held back her devilish hatred. Eva and I were friends from the first day in college. For seven years, we were spending hours together, talking in person and on the phone. She was a year older and had an air of superiority about her. Now I know I felt some patronage chord in her attitude towards me. A simple village girl, I was shy and sensitive to every misfortune and any offender - easy prey for a person in need of dominance.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
Wing Woman
“Tash, how long does it take you to get dressed in there?” Chloe’s fist hammered on the door. “One second!” I yelled back. I quickly turned around and checked myself out in the mirror. *Gulp*, I hoped this one would pass Chloe’s eagle eye test…. Or else I was gonna be in hot water! Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
By Rob St. Jacques5 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to a Friend
Dear Friend: Look, we need to talk. I took in what happened the other day, when you looked in the mirror and said you hated yourself. Maybe you were only talking about the way you looked, I don’t know, but it sure felt a lot deeper than that when I heard it, the way I heard it. You really have to be careful with your words; they have power and energy and a vibrational resonance that you react to whether you realize that or not. It’s proven science, you know, so even when you say things like you’re joking, you know the words can still do damage.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
Winters Like Summer- Final
Continued from previous episode..... “Please, Come in.” Said the principal. “Good Morning Madam Principal. You requested me here.” I said while entering the room, that’s when I saw two police men standing beside her. I froze. “Don’t Panic, take a seat please” she said. I took a nervous look at the two standing police men, and sat down at the chair placed in front of her. “Thomas, I hope you did know Tanya Gonzalez. Did you? If who was she?” asked one of the policemen “I did, she’s my best friend.”, “Then I believe this is for you. You are to read it loudly. I hope you understand.” He said handing me a green envelope. I saw “To: Thomas Richard Clossel” in the most beautiful handwriting ever, it didn’t take time for me to understand it was Tanya’s. I tore open the letter swiftly and was reading the first few words alone when the Other police man interrupted “Child, please you are ordered to read it loudly” “Umm, ok sir”. And started reading as if I was in Primary Grades,
By Cordellia Novis5 years ago in Confessions
