Humanity
The Quiet Heartbreak of Loving Someone Who Doesn't Know How to Stay
Love does not always end with a slammed door; sometimes, it ends in silence. Not the kind of silence that follows a fight, or the temporary quiet of two people needing space. But the slow, confusing silence that grows between two people who still care about each other — and don’t quite know how they got here.
By Anna K.13 days ago in Confessions
Mirror, Social Media, and Me: The Comparison Trap
Throughout the years we have all heard a well-known quote: comparison is the thief of joy. For some, this is just a quote that they relate to, but some can deeply feel the definition of it and realize what it actually means. I believe that a lot of teenagers relate to this quote. When you hit puberty, it all comes down to one thing—emotion. This is the period of time when you feel every little detail intensely and you discover new things. There is a little doubt that puberty is the time when people mostly experience insecurity. You notice things about yourself that you never cared about before, and you feel the need to change.
By frenzied 15 days ago in Confessions
What Happens to Your Sex Life When You First Get Out of a Relationship?
As I prepare to discuss this story that I very nearly titled: Sexual Gratification and the Missing Boyfriend, I ask that the reader keep in mind, this material was initially written for women, however, the valid points I attempt to make can just as easily apply to men.
By Justiss Goode15 days ago in Confessions
I See
I wish I could tell you it wasn’t fear that drove me into the oblivion. But, it was how I was placed in the world. Let me explain, I was given a duty a task so to speak. A task to show the world that demons do exist and if a demon exist than what would counteract a demon, how could I fight them? Me? All by myself? Does that mean I’m the opposite of a demon? Was I an angel?
By Cerina Galvan15 days ago in Confessions
Appaloosa. Content Warning.
I couldn't stand this girl. For no reason at all. She had atomic orange curls springing in every direction, fully loaded chipmunk cheeks, and a different shirt with the same horse on it every stinkin' day. Her freckles looked so out of place on her sickly white skin. It was a month into 7th grade when I finally learned her name. Tracy. It was as bland as her personality. I didn’t understand her in the slightest; every time she spoke, her monotone voice would send my mind running for the hills. When the bell would ring, she would always be the last one to leave the classroom, but somehow scatter to be the first one to arrive at the next. I guess karma put her in just about every one of my classes and it drove me crazy that I could spend days studying for a test and never make the same grade as her in any of them. Why did she bother me so much?
By Kales16 days ago in Confessions
What I Wish Someone Had Told Me Before I Started Planning My Move to Canada
Most people who start researching a move to Canada do the same thing first. They look up what it costs. Government fees, language test prices, maybe a rough number for rent in Toronto or Vancouver. Those figures matter, but they only tell you half the story.
By Jacob Estrella16 days ago in Confessions
An Open Letter to Rachel Dolezal
Dear Miss Dolezal, My beautiful black queen! How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve taken on a new look. You wear it well. With comparisons to Beyoncé, it is remarkable how you transformed yourself from media circus to established sex instructor. Bravo!
By Skyler Saunders16 days ago in Confessions
