Teenage years
Breaking the Chain: Transforming Bad Habits
In the clamoring city of Arford, they carried on with a young lady named Lena. Lena was a gifted visual creator with a promising vocation, yet she had one significant hindrance holding her back: an assortment of negative behavior patterns that appeared to be difficult to break. Dawdling, unfortunate dietary patterns, and an absence of activity were only a couple of the difficulties she confronted everyday. Notwithstanding her earnest attempts, Lena wound up trapped in a pattern of vices that thwarted her advancement both by and by and expertly.
By Iftikhar Akramabout 3 hours ago in Confessions
Embracing Failure: A Poetic Reflection on Fear
In a curious town settled between moving slopes and rich woods, carried on with a youthful writer named Elara. Her heart overflowed with fantasies about making sections that would rouse and move individuals. Nonetheless, her life was eclipsed by a mind-boggling apprehension about disappointment. Each time she got her plume, question blurred her psyche, and the clear material before her appeared to be difficult.
By Iftikhar Akram3 days ago in Confessions
The Paradox of Love. AI-Generated.
Hello, I am Youssef. When I was in high school, I met a girl, and I liked her, but I didn't tell her about my love for her. The important thing is that this year passed like any normal school year. I didn't talk to any girls as usual, and no girl was trying to talk to me. I don't know if it's because I'm ugly or because I don't care about them. I just waste all my time with my friends or standing in the school yard playing with the school janitor's cat. So I called him Tabari. He was very violent towards everyone, but he was kind to me. After the year I missed, I reached my second year of high school. The surprise was that the girl was in the same class with me again, but she changed classes after 4 days, I think because she saw me or wanted to go to her friend. The important thing is that I only loved her for myself, and I did not tell anyone until the end of that year. I decided to be brave and tell my friends this secret, and I told my best friend Ilyas, but he was in a relationship with one of the girl's friends, and he told me that he would ask her about the girl I loved, and I agreed, and to understand that I was not a person who really understood these things and that my fantasies about life were always... Beautiful, but I still have to endure some shocks from life, and I am always happy with a fantasy world and love relationships in my imagination, and they did not exist. Ilyas told me that his girlfriend told him that the girl loved me and that she should look for my number, and I had to go and talk. With her, I was like a little girl who believed this conversation, and I went to her when she was at school with her friend, and I pulled her aside and told her all my feelings, but she started laughing and laughing at me with her friends and her boyfriend and his friends. Elias and his girlfriend. I left on my bike, with the world black in my eyes, not because she rejected me, but because I lost a stupid friend for the millionth time, was humiliated in front of the whole school, and was so sad. I think that's the biggest insult I've ever received. Because of that, I failed my second year of secondary school, and I was in a very difficult psychological state. That summer, after this humiliating situation, I returned to my isolation, blocked all my friends, and changed my number and city to start a new life away from failed love attempts. After the black summer, I returned to high school, and the girl who insulted me came and asked me to let her come, of course, because I am very kind. I forgave her. I don't know why she was so kind, even though my morals made me fail twice and be subjected to bullying for 10 years. But I am like this, and I cannot change my character. After the girl apologized to me, she told me that she really liked me that way, but she did not want to be honest with me because I was not... She was at the same social level; therefore, she did not want to confess her love to me and was afraid that her friend would laugh at her, but I told her that after she insulted me, she would not return. any feelings, whether love or hate, towards her, and I began to consider her just a girl, like any girl I do not talk to at school. and I was not at the same level of intelligence. She was succeeding at a rate of 17/20, and I was succeeding at a rate of 10/20. Therefore, she did not want to confess her love to me and was afraid that her friend would laugh at her, but I told her that after she insulted me, she would not return. I had any feelings, whether love or hate, towards her, and I began to consider her just a girl, like any girl I do not talk to at school. After this, she apologized to me again and left, and thus the first love story in my life and the last ended.
By Youssef4 days ago in Confessions
Must Visit Places For Music Fan In USA
Music plays an important role in our lives. Listening to music and playing music are both important in our lives for us to feel good. Whether we are listening to music or playing an instrument ourselves, the power of music is undeniable. It has the ability to evoke emotions, bring people together, and create lasting memories. For music fans in the United States, there are several must-visit places that offer a unique and immersive experience. Let's create unforgettable memories in beautiful places.
By Richard Hovan7 days ago in Confessions
Title: When My Smile Was Real
I miss those days when my smile was real, when laughter bubbled up from a place of genuine joy rather than an attempt to mask the emptiness inside. Those were the days when my world was vibrant, colored with moments of pure, unadulterated happiness. It wasn’t that life was perfect then, but the imperfections felt manageable, almost charming, like the quirks of a dear friend.
By Fannick Umukundwa7 days ago in Confessions
Flowers of those who stay
Arriving at Heaven's Gate, he recognized the stone stele engraved with the names of his father and the fallen doctors, lying quietly on the top of the hill, amid the roaring sound of pine trees. In front is a rose of many colors. The flower petals are still fresh, as if someone here regularly takes care of them and visits them.
By Ken Daklak8 days ago in Confessions
Does it really matter that much
I recently came across the concept of “if you look at a small problem too closely, you are going to make a big deal out of it” which is quite true in a lot of ways because the closer you come to an object, the bigger it looks in your eyes. This quote is very telling, when you consider your relationships and how you interact with different persons. Someone might do something very insignificant but because of the dynamic we have with this person it will push us to make a big deal out of it, meanwhile with another person we would not even bother.
By real Jema8 days ago in Confessions
Madam Koi Koi of Akanu Ibiam Girl's House. Content Warning.
Madam Koi Koi of Akanu Ibiam Girls' House From the moment I arrived at Akanu Ibiam Girls' House at the age of eleven, I felt an eerie sense of foreboding. The grand gates of the prestigious boarding school closed behind me, sealing my fate. That night, as I lay on the stiff mattress in the dimly lit dormitory, sleep came reluctantly, bringing with it the first of many unsettling dreams.
By Nneka Anieze12 days ago in Confessions