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Me in Abyss
I look at myself at times, but those time are as rare as they are uncomfortable. The sight in the mirror is not a frightening reflection, representing some skewed and obsessive view that I have of myself. Rather, it is simply uncomfortable for me to make eye contact with, well, me. I am not uncomfortable with eye contact, far be it actually, nor am I uncomfortable with the way I look. It is something else entirely.
By Arjen Hulstra5 years ago in Confessions
Raising a Worker
I loved playing football. Hitting other men that are obstacles in my way. There is only one thing in my sites. Sacking that quarterback. Just thinking about it makes the hair on my arms stand on its ends. I can think about those moment before the count. All of us heavy breathing, anticipating the snap, before all hell let’s lose. God, I loved it. It’s too bad I didn’t get to play very much. I sometimes wonder what would have or could have been.
By Bastion Whittingfield5 years ago in Confessions
I Fu*ked Who?
When you're 20, and getting set up on a blind date by your best friend, you certainly don't ask too many questions. "Is he cute?" is probably the only thing I was interested in knowing. So, meeting Ross, who was dating my dear friend Sandy and his best friend Mac, who they'd set me up with was....innocent and fun ..everything it should be at that age.
By JennaLee Sanders5 years ago in Confessions
Newbie Nurse
Becoming a nurse isn't something I chose, nursing chose me. Truly, I know how cheesy this may sound, but in all sincerity, I've wanted to become a nurse ever since I was, give or take, four years old. Nursing was introduced to me by my grandmother; she'd been a nurse for most of her life and as she'd share memories of her wild adventures and turmoils, I could see the vivid passion within her eyes. I could see how happy being a nurse had made her and I remember thinking, "I want to be that happy someday."
By Meagan5 years ago in Confessions
COMING OUT
Dear Journal, I know I said see you next week in my last post but I really felt I need some one-on-one time with you today. Here I am in the cold mist of it all sipping on a cup of tea and thinking about my life and how currently i'm caught between a rock and a hard place and whilst I love to keep the suspense going with my readers this one I have to share I’m in desperate need of some advice. When one is not accustomed to expressing themselves the situation I’m in now is where you will end up.
By Jane Doe5 years ago in Confessions
Modeling, Sex and Money
Fiction. When I was 15 years old my cousin came to stay with us for a week. She was from Texas and we lived in Reseda, Ca. She is the daughter of my Mothers sister. We had only met once before when I was around 12 years old when we went to Austin. She was so beautiful but I never kept in touch with her.
By John Charles Harman5 years ago in Confessions
Boomerang: Love at First Sight in Jamaica
I met a guy online less than three weeks ago. Let's call him "Kevin". Kevin had proven to be the epitome of the 'greatest love' ever told in almost 4 years. I told him that I saw him in a dream. Our first exchange started online in a Facebook group for singles looking to connect with Jamaican men. There was an instant connection on the first video chat but I fought to hold back the feelings.
By DrCheroll Dossett5 years ago in Confessions
My life story
In all my life I have never talked about myself in a positive way because I was always afraid that no one would like or love me in a way that I needed to be loved. In my childhood which I have no memory of except when I hear things from my mom what I did when I was a blue eyed with curly blond hair as a little girl. The next thing I knew my mom and dad got divorced, never saw my dad again in person and well my mom had met someone else to help her raise us four kids.
By Jo-Ann Therrien5 years ago in Confessions
107 Stitches
I found myself in a stark white room, itchy from the pilled fabric chair. Sitting next to me was man in a hospital gown, attempting to pick off and eat the chipped linoleum. I glanced down at my right thigh, embarrassed and disillusioned by the foot long bandage. This was rock bottom. I was committed to a mental health institution for a 72 hour suicide watch.
By Natalie Braden5 years ago in Confessions
