Humanity
Word of the Day: 捜す
So, my computer was hacked again and now they are wanting me to edit wikipedia articles for some reason, referencing bank trans actions and such, which I found highly disturbing. Also they tried to get me to agree with completely bullshit things. Since I can't really see since I don't have glasses, I would never agree to anything I can't see.
By Kayla McIntosh26 days ago in Confessions
The Ferrari Has Feelings
There’s a woman I’ve been my whole life — a woman built from speed, instinct, and self‑possession. A woman who learned early that the world respects the shine more than the story, the performance more than the truth. So I became the Ferrari. Not by accident, but by design.
By Shannon Lemire27 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 計画
So basically, it has been utter chaos since I uploaded my personal videos to Youtube. I know that it makes me look like I am coupling with Jahon. He did ask to come live with me but I don't think he deserves to live here. He has only brought destruction... I know maybe it could have been because some one else fucked him over and he was taking it out on me, but I don't really need to deal with that. He did do one task for me, and for that I am glad. But I don't think it warrants living with me.
By Kayla McIntosh27 days ago in Confessions
Lately, I'm empty. Top Story - February 2026.
Lately, I feel an emptiness inside of me that doesn’t make any sense. I was fine a week ago and now I’m numb to the pain that I’ve been carrying around. Numb to the idea of me existing. I wish I could go to a place where I can hear happy positive thoughts and surround myself with joy. The medication I’m on doesn’t seem to work anymore. I still feel pain from existing, why am I here anyways? Merely to exist. I don’t feel like I’m making any differences being here.
By Cerina Galvan27 days ago in Confessions
The Day I Learned to Stop Chasing Perfection
I spent years trying to be perfect. Not just “good enough,” but flawless in every way — at school, at work, with friends, even online. I wanted everyone to think I had it all together, that my life was seamless, and that I never made mistakes. But inside, it felt like I was constantly spinning, running on a treadmill that didn’t have a stop button.
By Londyn Rice27 days ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Tell Anyone How Bad I Was Struggling.
didn’t tell anyone how bad I was struggling because I didn’t know how to explain it. Nothing dramatic happened — no big moment. I just slowly started feeling heavier every day. It wasn’t like one sudden crash; it was like carrying an invisible backpack that kept getting heavier, no matter what I did.
By Londyn Rice28 days ago in Confessions
Scrambled Eggs and Silence
The Year Was 1967 I was four years old. My world was small but crowded—my parents, my two little sisters barely out of babyhood, and me. We lived high above the street in a middle-class high-rise, fourteen floors up, trying to build a life like everyone else. Both my parents worked, which meant that, like so many families, we relied on a babysitter.
By Debbie's Reflection29 days ago in Confessions
A Confession: Why I Remained a Scammer
Life has been good. And the definition of good now is different from the definition of good a year ago. Good means enough sleep. Good means I don’t have to worry about being electrocuted or being beaten up. Good means I live without expectations.
By Evren T30 days ago in Confessions
