Bad habits

The Sovereign Plane: Navigating the Architecture of the Black Zone
Phase 1: The Protocol of Definitive Disconnection Awakening in the Fissure The modern world is currently experiencing a phenomenon that is often mislabeled by prevailing medical and social institutions. What is commonly described as a mental health crisis, a persistent state of depression, or a failure in social integration is, in many cases, the initial spark of a profound spiritual awakening. It is the precise moment when a conscious individual begins to perceive the structural cracks in the simulated sky of our reality.
By Lorena Alonsoa day ago in Confessions
I Haven't Spoken to My Twin
THE MYTH OF TWIN CONNECTION 🔗 Everyone who learns that I have an identical twin sister immediately says some variation of "that must be so amazing, you must be so close, do you feel each other's pain, can you read each other's minds" and I smile and nod because the alternative is explaining that I have not spoken to my twin sister in five years and that the bond everyone assumes is magical and unbreakable broke under the weight of differences that our genetic identity was supposed to prevent but that grew wider with every year until the two people who shared a womb and a face and a childhood could no longer share a conversation without it ending in argument, resentment, and the particular pain of being hurt by someone who looks exactly like you 💔
By The Curious Writera day ago in Confessions
I Read My Dead Mother's Diary 📖
THE BOX IN THE ATTIC 📦 Six months after my mother's death from pancreatic cancer I finally gathered the courage to sort through her belongings, a task I had been avoiding because touching her things made her absence concrete in ways that simply knowing she was gone did not, and in a box in the attic labeled "personal" in her careful handwriting I found seven leather-bound journals spanning from 1987 to 2019, thirty-two years of daily entries that documented her inner life with a honesty and depth that she never displayed in conversation with me or anyone else in the family, and I sat on the attic floor surrounded by dust and old furniture and read my mother's secret thoughts and discovered that the woman who raised me was not the person I believed her to be 😢
By The Curious Writer3 days ago in Confessions
Bad Habits
Bad habits are killing the joy inside of me. I always want to blame others for how they made me feel, but I know I am at fault for putting myself back into situations that have already hurt me. I try to play it off like I never get hurt. I try to make it seem like the world doesn't affect me, but I'm not sure how much more I can take.
By Sapphire Poet5 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day:隘路
I am already a day ahead so, I actually can afford to run errands finally. That is sort of amazing at this point. I am mostly a cat, but if I were a dog, I'd be a lone wolf... though I guess whether you're a cat or dog, you eventually find your kind again.
By Kayla McIntosh5 days ago in Confessions
I Said Goodbye to Someone Still Alive
The last time I saw her, she was sitting right in front of me. Alive. Breathing. Smiling, even. But she wasn’t there anymore.
By imtiazalam9 days ago in Confessions
A Secret. Content Warning.
I still remember that night because nothing dramatic happened at first. That’s the part people never understand about desire. It doesn’t always arrive like thunder. Sometimes it comes quietly. In steam. In half-finished sentences. In the way someone looks at you for two seconds too long and then pretends they weren’t looking at all.
By Chahat Kaur10 days ago in Confessions
Oh My Yes!
Life is full of moments that shape our future, but sometimes, one small word can change everything. That word is “yes.” The title Oh My Yes! represents a powerful feeling—a moment of excitement, courage, and hope. It is the moment when fear is left behind, and a new journey begins.
By aadam khan10 days ago in Confessions
Secret Letter . Content Warning.
By now we're all well aware of what happened to me/us between 2020 and 2023. Today is Tuesday March 24, 2026, as I'm writing this; unknown if and when this should be published regarding Vocal's rules and regulations on each post. In Dissociative disorders and trauma-based responses are a good place to be. Timeline wise, but for clarification, some of the stuff I have brought up in past entries do deserve a trigger warning, and I am learning as a writer to disclose some of that shock value.
By Parsley Rose 12 days ago in Confessions
The Streets Talk
When the Streets Talk I heard him say “that’s all you get, when all you know is the streets.” I thought long and hard about the response. Reason being, that’s all you get when you choose to not want better. When you make excuses for ill mannered behaviors, using code words from the urban dictionary, robbing, and embracing terminologies such as YN, and YB, it automatically ignites a fuel to fight for change. Not just within myself or the community, but also inside the threshold of the world, whatever that may look like at the time.
By Charelle Landers15 days ago in Confessions
He Hit Me First. Content Warning.
I had a C-PTSD episode in the middle of the night. Writing it down is one of many things that helps me process sometimes, and it occurred to me that it may or may not be helpful for some to read. I’m hoping it might.
By Dana Mary Colleen Campbell15 days ago in Confessions
Wheat and weeds, Part 5
The conversation felt weak and unbalanced; The interlocutor in that video often doesn’t know basic historical facts. And that’s not my imagination. When someone with weak historical grounding interviews someone who is very confident but not academically trained, the result is exactly what I sensed: a conversation that sounds bold and revolutionary but collapses the moment one check it against real scholarship.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.15 days ago in Confessions