Humanity
3,000 Miles to Me
I have moved around a lot since college ended. When I graduated from college, I realized I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life. The career I had always dreamed about felt out of reach. So I convinced myself it wasn't worth it, and I wasn't smart enough.
By Shanice Lawton4 years ago in Confessions
Being homeless and alone at 16 made me stronger than a life of privilege ever could
I'd grown up being sort of passed back and forth between the families of my drug-addicted mother and my sporadically present father. I found myself homeless at sixteen, hoping to make it through the last couple years of high school and somehow find a way to college.
By Carl L Lane4 years ago in Confessions
To Experience True Sex, I Had to Orgasm With a Stranger on My Husband's Bed
--- The burgundy and gold carpet shimmered on the shiny mahogany blades of the ceiling fan, from the center of its mirrored body darted two eyes back at me, eyes full of anger and anguish. They beckoned me to speak the truth, to tell him that I did not feel an inch of excitement at his touch.
By zesty zaria4 years ago in Confessions
A Month on Skid Road
In February 1972, I was in the fourth year towards a Commerce degree at McGill University in Montreal. I was struggling and my grades were poor (involvement with campus politics had become a huge distraction), so when my friend Tony asked if I wanted to take time off and go to California with him, I jumped at the chance. "You bet!" I cried.
By Marco den Ouden4 years ago in Confessions
What I realized once I deleted Facebook.
I made the transition from Myspace to Facebook in 2009 for one reason and one reason only, Farmtown. Just thinking back to those times is weird considering how much has changed since then. None of us knew then how rapidly social media would grow, and how it would change our lives forever.
By Kimmiekins44 years ago in Confessions
Why I'm not so Special
I am nothing special, maybe a little strange and demented, but I am human, meaning you and me and the billions of people on this planet all have a million things in common. We breathe air, are covered in a layer of hair, have nails and a conscious, friends, enemies, parents. We eat and drink, play and die, scream all our hurts into the void. But all of these things that we have in common are infinitesimal to all the differences that makes each and every one of us oh so special.
By Steph Ruff4 years ago in Confessions
The End
I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but I have no doubt that what I'm about to do is the first good decision I have ever made. I have decided to end my own life. Morbid, is it not? Absurd. Outlandish. But alas, I am justified in my thoughts behind doing so. I've thought about it at length, and it truly is the best way to go about it. Doing so would save numerous people an awful lot of trouble and effort to attempt to make me feel better.
By Jessiipoo 4 years ago in Confessions
