Secrets

Word of the Day: お茶
Another morning of tea and contemplation with the comforting voice of a familiar tarot reader. Looking at some of the past mistakes that I've made, I notice that karma has sort of played with me in the same way. I just feel like I am not sure what I should do at this point. I keep writing and writing to try and find the answer, but I know I need to just do the thing. Do the thing.
By Kayla McIntosh3 years ago in Confessions
Dark Truths of the Porn Industry
The porn industry has always been shrouded in secrecy, but in recent years, a growing number of people are speaking out about the dark truths behind this billion-dollar industry. From the exploitation of performers to the harmful effects on consumers, the porn industry has many disturbing realities that are often ignored or overlooked.
By Sujan Paudel3 years ago in Confessions
Old is gold culture
Introduction The phrase "old is gold" implies that things that are old have a certain value or worth that is timeless and cannot be replaced. It is a phrase that is often used to describe the value of traditional practices, customs, and knowledge that have been passed down from generation to generation. In this essay, we will explore the meaning of the phrase "old is gold" and its significance in various aspects of life, including culture, education, technology, and society.
By Muhammad Farman3 years ago in Confessions
Double vodka on the rocks
“Double vodka on the rocks, lots of rocks” the clear liquid swimming in ice encompassed in its plastic vessel is placed on my folded out tray. I look deep into the the circular rim, raise it to my lips, a warmth travels down my throat and hits my stomach. It’s deep, dark, the only warmth I have felt since her passing. Emotionless, numb, I take another sip. “C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-caaaaannnn I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I have whaaa-aaaa—aaaaat he’s, can I have what he’s drinking” The voice stammers across my chest, filling the void beside me, filling the void inside me. A crooked smile, bushy eye brows, an un-ironed shirt. “i-I-I-I-I-I-I’m mo-o-o-o-o-oving to Sydney, w-w-w-w-hy are you flying there?” The image of my daughter being lowered in the ground flashes before my eyes, over and over again; “to see an old friend.” I can’t tell the truth, if I utter the words, my daughter has died, it becomes real. I am not ready for it to be real. What is real? “I-I-I-I-I dd-dd-ddon’t have f-f-f-frrriends in Sydney. So-o-o-o-ometimes i-i-t’s hard to speak to people”. I want to be encouraging but I can’t find the strength, that left me when the life left Indie’s eyes. Sixteen years of age and she felt more pain than other’s do in a lifetime, why her, why not me? I won’t ever get to ask her about her day again, taken away from me, why? So many unanswered questions, so many firsts taken from me, I will never get to see her walk down the isle, I will never here her laugh again, be the comforting shoulder, kiss her on the forehead as she drifts asleep. “Good choice in drink mate, it helps with the nerves on the flight hey?”. “Y-y-y-y-eeeah, I-I-I-I-I-I get nervous a lot”. His tone is seeking acceptance, Indie hated flying too. “W-W-W-W-Will invisible pp-p-p-p-lanes ever be a thing”. Puzzled, I take another sip of the stiff drink in front of me.”I-I-I-I- j-j-j-j-just can’t see them t-t-t-t-taking off”. A smile, creeps into the corner of my mouth, instinctively, I bow my head. Indie would have laughed. I press the button above me, summoning the flight attendant, do they find it demeaning to be called upon like a like a servant responding to their masters demands. “Another double vodka on the rocks” interrupted “lots of rocks”. I use to like when bartenders would remember my orders, now I’m agitated that I didn’t get to finish my request. I am easily agitated a lot, I have been for a while now. I feel like the kind and patient part of me was lowered into the ground along wth my daughters lifeless remains. The vodka hits my lips, as I close my eyes, Indies smile beams across my darkened eyelids, heavy bags under the darken holes where life use to shine out of. Ding, another vodka is placed in front of me. The unkept man, continues to stammer in my ear. I can no longer make small talk, I don’t care about his new life in Sydney, I don’t care about anything anymore, I accept I won’t be seeing the sunset over Darling Harbour tonight, I accept I won’t feel the bounce of the tyres hit the sun bleached tarmac, what does it matter. I use to find a beautiful innocence of conversations with strangers, It use to fill my spirit with joy, I no longer feel joy. I undo my seat belt and stumble down the narrow corridor, click, I unlock the bathroom door, I don’t need to use the toilet. I stare into the reflection and no longer recognise the person staring back at me. Cheekbones protruding, gaunt, a stubble covers my face, hair thin and long. Who is this man staring back at me. I reach into my pocket and take out the white cylinder. Shake, rattle and 8 white pills are in my hand, I look down, then again at this stranger in the mirror. I am not fit for the earth anymore, I too was lowered 6 feet under and yet I feel much deeper, darker. 20,000 feet in the air and I am engulfed in darkness. I crush the pills and cusp my hand. Click, I wait for the food cart to pass by before I find my seat, hand cusped. Ding, “Double vodka on the rocks, lots of rocks”. I got to finish my order this time and it brought me inner peace. Perhaps the blonde haired failed actress knew this would be my last order. Unknowingly granting my final wish, an act of kindness, an act of compassion, a fatal act. I raise the cusped hand to the plastic cup, a single bead of sweat trickle downs the side of my face, navigating the stubble, thin hair now matted in my nervousness. The clear liquid, clouded, the white powder slowly sinking. I stare, disassociating from the world surrounding me, the laughter of the child behind me, the loving presence of the couple to my left, the musk of the old man that walked past me, I stare into the cup. The slow burn into darkness will lead me further and I will no longer have to feel this pain, I can finally hold Indie in my arms again, I stare. As I lift the cup to my lips and engulf the entirety of it’s contents, I feel peace. I close my eyes for the final time and I am greeted by the warmth of Indie’s voice, “Daddy it’s not your fault, you always drank and drove, you didn’t know, I am glad you’re with me now.”
By Shaun Botica3 years ago in Confessions
Does love really exist?... Is it fake?
“some times our thoughts are backed by so many insecurities that they create lies we believe” As a child, I often heard fairy tales about a prince falling in love with a princess and overcoming obstacles together. These stories made me believe that finding true love would solve all my problems. But as I grew older, I started questioning what love really meant. It seems that movies, dramas, and comics often romanticize love as finding the perfect partner, which can create unrealistic expectations.
By hafsa 3 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Social Media Addict: How Platforms Like Facebook and Instagram Are Changing Our Self-Image and Our Relationships
Maggie had always considered herself an outgoing person, with a wide circle of friends and a busy social life. But as she got older and her schedule became more demanding, she found it harder to keep up with her friends in person. Instead, she turned to social media to stay connected. At first, it was just a way to see what her friends were up to and keep up with their lives, but soon she found herself spending more and more time on Facebook and Instagram.
By junaid mughal3 years ago in Confessions
Love in the Quiet Moments
Lila's dream of traveling the world began when she was just a little girl. She grew up in a small town where life was simple and predictable. However, she always felt that there was something more out there for her. Lila would spend hours reading books about far-off lands, and her imagination would take her to places she had only ever seen in her dreams.
By Uzair Ameen3 years ago in Confessions
Nancy
I , John, was the only child of my parents. Both of My parents used to work a 9-5 job because of that I was never very close to any of them. I became used to living alone by myself, had no friends and stayed home most of the time. Nobody knew, how many times I didn't have lunch because I didn't want to eat alone. I was provided with all the luxuries of life one could ask for. But still there was no one for me.Which made me feel incomplete and empty from inside. I always craved for a friend but didn't have the courage to make one. Whenever my parents had time, they had to complete their tasks or household chores they'd been putting on. This was how my life until sixth grade. On a Sunday morning, I heard noises coming from outside, I looked out through the window and saw some people moving in our neighborhood. A girl of my age was also standing there holding a white Pomeranian puppy in her hand. She was wearing a pink floral frock, a white tights and white sneakers. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. It was very unusual for me to notice someone, specially a girl. I went back inside and had my breakfast. A few days later, the girl, who was now our next door neighbor came to our house and brought some homemade cookies that she and her mom made, I was home alone at that time. It was the first time we met. Her name was Nancy and the dog she had was cupcake. The second time we met was the day when I went to the park to get some fresh air. Nancy was also there, playing with cupcake. She saw and waved at me with a beautiful smile on her face which made me unintentionally go to her. This was the beginning of our friendship, a very pure and wonderful relation that I had never experienced in my life. Finally, I had someone who I could call a friend. It became a habit to go to the park in the evening everyday to see each other. We used to talk about the most random things, used to laugh at the most lamest jokes and used to take cupcake for walks. We even used to ride our bicycles every weekend. She also used to help me with my homework. Sometimes I used to eat either lunch or dinner with her. I used to start every day with the excitement of doing something fun with Nancy. My days were no longer dull and boring. Time always felt surreal whenever I was with her. She was literally perfect, a straight A's student, an obedient child and the most beautiful girl in the entire universe. I started crushing over her without even releasing it. Whenever I was with her, I couldn't keep the track of time, it went by so quickly. Apart from being a good friend she was a good human too. One who is very kind. For the first time there was someone who made me feel like i was special ...and that my existence means something....and gradually like a wind blowing over a field of flowers she became a part of my life ....a beautiful one....one that I wanted forever. I felt like I'm becoming her and I thought this will never end. One day, when I went to see Nancy to the park, she told me that she'll be moving to another city at the end of this month. I broke, every single piece of me shattered. I couldn't get myself to speak even a word. Without even saying a word, I went back running to my home. It was the last time I saw Nancy, I didn't say goodbye because I didn't want to and how could I, she was my only friend. I was left all alone by myself once again, once again I had no one to talk to, no one to laugh with and no one to spend my time with. I stopped going to the park. Years went by, I graduated from university and started doing a job. Had my own place. But Nancy was still living in my heart. The Day she moved into our neighborhood and the day we became friends, everything was there in my head as if it was yesterday. One day, I went to a restaurant near my apartment, where I used to go to eat and was ha…
By Living tales💫3 years ago in Confessions
Discover the Power of The Back Pain for Your Back Pain
Back pain is a common problem that affects millions of people worldwide. It can be caused by a variety of factors, including poor posture, injury, and underlying medical conditions. If you suffer from back pain, The Back Pain is an effective and natural solution that can provide fast and lasting relief. In this article, we'll take a closer look at the product functions of The Back Pain and why it's an attractive choice for customers looking for relief from back pain.
By Ava Wilson3 years ago in Confessions
THE IMPACT OF SOCIAL MEDIA ON RELATIONSHIP
Social media has become an integral part of our daily lives, and it's no surprise that it has had a significant impact on our relationships. From meeting new people to staying in touch with loved ones, social media has changed the way we interact with others. However, it can also have negative effects on our relationships if not used properly. In this article, we will explore the impact of social media on relationships and provide tips on how to navigate it.
By Pratesh Rajput3 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Comparison:
Social media has revolutionized the way we interact with each other and the world. It has brought us closer and made us more connected than ever before. However, with the increasing use of social media, negative effects on our self-esteem and body image have become more prevalent. The constant stream of perfectly curated images of models and celebrities has created an unhealthy culture of comparison, with many of us feeling the pressure to conform to unrealistic beauty standards. This pressure can be damaging to our self-esteem, leading to negative thoughts and emotions that affect our mental health. In this post, we'll explore the power of comparison on social media and how it affects our perceptions of body image and self-esteem. We'll also discuss ways to combat these negative effects and promote a healthier, more positive relationship with social media and ourselves.
By Wilson Igbasi3 years ago in Confessions
Breaking the Stigma:
Mental health is something that affects every single one of us, yet it is still a topic that is often shrouded in secrecy and shame. Many people still see mental health issues as a weakness or a personal failing, rather than a legitimate medical condition that requires treatment and support. This stigma can prevent people from seeking help when they need it, and can make it difficult for those suffering from mental health disorders to feel understood and accepted by society. In this blog post, we will explore the importance of breaking the stigma surrounding mental health and why it is more important than ever. We will discuss the impact of mental health on individuals and society as a whole, the reasons why people still fear seeking help, and what we can do to create a more supportive and compassionate environment for those who are struggling with mental health issues.
By Wilson Igbasi3 years ago in Confessions