No one knows this, but I have a secret talent. I can play the piano, and I’ve been playing for years. But I’ve never told anyone because I’m scared they won’t take me seriously. Every time I play, it feels like I’m in a world of my own, where nothing else matters. I’ve thought about performing in front of people, but the fear of judgment always stops me. So, I keep my talent hidden, playing only when no one is around, but I wonder if I’ll ever have the courage to share it with the world.
I once had the chance to move to my dream city for a job that could have changed my life, but I didn’t take it. I was scared of leaving behind everything I knew—my family, my friends, and the comfort of my small town. Now, I regret it every single day. Every time I see people living their best lives in that city, I feel a deep emptiness. I wonder what could’ve been if I had just taken the leap. I’m too scared to try again, but I always wonder if it’s too late.
I was never the kind of person to talk to strangers, but one day, I sat next to a lonely girl in class. We started chatting, and surprisingly, we became really good friends. The crazy thing is, we came from completely different backgrounds. She was shy and quiet, while I was loud and outgoing. We bonded over the simplest things, like our love for coffee and old movies. Now, we’re inseparable, and I never imagined I would find a friendship like this in the most unexpected place
I’ve been secretly in love with my best friend for years. Every time they smile, my heart skips a beat, but I’ve never told them how I feel. We’ve had some of the best moments together, and I can’t imagine life without them. But every time I try to tell them, the words just get stuck in my throat. I’m scared of ruining our friendship, but I can’t help feeling this way. Every time they talk about someone else, my heart breaks a little more.
I was in Claire's (one of those costume jewelry stores) looking for something for my daughter for her birthday. I picked out a few things and had them in my hand as possibilities. I then decided to check out a few other places. I wasn't thinking and walked out of the store with the items still in my hand. A couple of girls working in the store stopped me outside the store and asked me where I was going with their merchandise. My heart felt like it had sunk into my chest as I realized...I was in Claire's (one of those costume jewelry stores) looking for something for my daughter for her birthday. I picked out a few things and had them in my hand as possibilities. I then decided to check out a few other places. I wasn't thinking and walked out of the store with the items still in my hand. A couple of girls working in the store stopped me outside the store and asked me where I was going with their merchandise. My heart felt like it had sunk into my chest as I realized what I had done. I told them it was an accident, but they didn't believe me. They asked me to come back inside the store to "clear things up". I went back inside the store, to "clear things up". One of the girls said she had to call her manager, which she did. After she got off the phone, I actually offered to pay for the merchandise (necklace and an ankle braclet). They escorted me to the back room and asked that I stay put until this was all "sorted out". I cooperated and sat down in a chair in the back room. I overeheard one of the gals saying, "[PERSON NAME] (manager?) said we need to keep him here until the police arrive". I said to myself "NUTS TO THIS!"and decided to get up and leave. They both grabbed each of my arms and asked me to pleases stay until this is all sorted out. I shoved them both aside and bolted out the door, of course leaving the unpaid merchandise behind. Now I feel all this guilt..
I made a plan to die one year ago. I have been in that place before but this time was different. I gave myself a year to improve, to feel better, to get control. I'm married to my HS sweetheart, we have 3 amazing kids. But financially we will never be ok. Every single time we get above water something hurts and we sink. Crippling medical bills from or child's brain surgery. Credit card debt since that's the only way we could afford groceries, I can't pay it back. I work full time and I clean on the side. My...I made a plan to die one year ago. I have been in that place before but this time was different. I gave myself a year to improve, to feel better, to get control. I'm married to my HS sweetheart, we have 3 amazing kids. But financially we will never be ok. Every single time we get above water something hurts and we sink. Crippling medical bills from or child's brain surgery. Credit card debt since that's the only way we could afford groceries, I can't pay it back. I work full time and I clean on the side. My husband has 2 jobs as well. We have a tiny house, 2 bed/1 bath. We pay our taxes, love our children, show up every day and work hard but it's never ever enough. What's the point anymore? My year will be up in a couple weeks. I thought at the time that in a year I would have forgotten all about it... But it's all I think about.
I miss you Sufyan and generally I do wanna get back together with you, I really don’t care about the online dating and the long distance relationship. We can make it work, we could. Bcs I love you and you love me back. And honestly I wish you would open up to me more, you know I’m fine with you being b*. I wouldn’t judge, as long as ik you love me it’s fine. I wish you would have the same views as me. If you ever have the same idea, to submit a post on here, please just text...I miss you Sufyan and generally I do wanna get back together with you, I really don’t care about the online dating and the long distance relationship. We can make it work, we could. Bcs I love you and you love me back. And honestly I wish you would open up to me more, you know I’m fine with you being b*. I wouldn’t judge, as long as ik you love me it’s fine. I wish you would have the same views as me. If you ever have the same idea, to submit a post on here, please just text me alr and ask me to be with you . This is torture. I miss you and I love you
-pookie
I want to be skinny and nothing working. I've exercises constantly and tried to eat more healthy, gross foods, but nothing worked. So I've been thinking about dieting and throwing up whenever I eat something I feel bad about eating. I hate this body so much, it's not skinny enough and I need to do something.
I am so tired. Nothing I do will ever be good enough. I try to keep going and mantain myself functional but I just want to sleep and wither away. I can't cause I know I have people that care about me and I don't want to make them suffer because of me. But everyday I go to sleep hoping I die in my sleep or something. Idk what else to do anymore. I tried therapy, I tried improving my lifestyle, but I always end up the same. I want to be happy but and it sucks so much because...I am so tired. Nothing I do will ever be good enough. I try to keep going and mantain myself functional but I just want to sleep and wither away. I can't cause I know I have people that care about me and I don't want to make them suffer because of me. But everyday I go to sleep hoping I die in my sleep or something. Idk what else to do anymore. I tried therapy, I tried improving my lifestyle, but I always end up the same. I want to be happy but and it sucks so much because sometimes, for a small glimpse I am, but then everything falls apart again. Over, and over again. I don't know how much longer I can keep going.
Sometimes I look around myself and I start to notice the way the air feels colder than the usual warmth, the day feels a little less shorter, your teacher is slowly loosing her temper, your friend distances from you little by little, your skin looks a little bit bruised from your constant running, you seem to reach the top of your cabinet in your bathroom when you werent able to before, you see that one person trying to prove their intelligence, the other one that seems be missing for 2 days, and the buildup of tension. What I'm describing is...Sometimes I look around myself and I start to notice the way the air feels colder than the usual warmth, the day feels a little less shorter, your teacher is slowly loosing her temper, your friend distances from you little by little, your skin looks a little bit bruised from your constant running, you seem to reach the top of your cabinet in your bathroom when you werent able to before, you see that one person trying to prove their intelligence, the other one that seems be missing for 2 days, and the buildup of tension. What I'm describing is a phenomenon that probably has a name to it but I like to call it an unexplainable phenomenon, one that does not require words. All around you, you start to notice small things and put them together. You feel overstimulated and hate noticing small things, you hate picking up things, and sometimes its too much. Sometimes you feel backhanded aswell. It's annoying, why am I like this? I mean, the urge to not compliment your friend because she already recieves a lot of compliments, the urge to not share your scores because your image will be ruined. When I was younger, I never had the issue of concealing my grades because they were perfect and actually I loved showing them around. Once they started dropping, I was not happy about it. I felt horrible sharing it It wasnt nice enough to be shown like that one trophy thats too old but yet, its still a trophy. I wonder if this makes me a bad person in general. Everything feels barged at you at once. You just dont wanna give in. Animosity probably is the reason you feel this way, instead of being happy for others, you're jealous. That's not a true friend, you are a horrible friend. ###### I am shamed. I am telling my truths. Yes I thought your top was cute but I didnt say anything to humble you, yes I got a 77 when I said I got a 91, yes I don't understand how to do something even though I mention I wouldn't explain it right, I would just overcomplicate it, yes I lied about my SAT score when I had gotten the lowest score out of everybody. People have this high image of me that I recieve the highest grades, I'm perfect, and yes I do acknowledge I was part of pseudo science. Yes I am falsley intellient.