Taboo
The Bus Stop Stranger
I was late—again. The rain was relentless, drumming against my umbrella like it was trying to shake me out of my fog. I had just left the office, soaked in more than just rain: burnout, boredom, and the dull ache of a life on autopilot. My job in digital marketing paid the bills, but it was eating me from the inside out.
By Khan11 months ago in Confessions
I Got My Boss Fired by Accident (And I Still Feel Guilty)
It All Started With a Simple Email It was just another ordinary Monday. The kind where you sip coffee, scroll through emails, and mentally prepare yourself for a full inbox and back-to-back meetings. That morning, an email popped up from our department head with the subject line: “Share Your Honest Feedback – Help Us Improve.”
By Waqar Ahmad11 months ago in Confessions
I Ruined My Office Crush with One Drunk Text
We all have our weaknesses mine just happened to be six feet tall, smart, and annoyingly charming. His name was Arjun. You know the type: always calm in meetings, cracks the right joke at the right time, and somehow makes carrying a laptop look attractive. Yeah, that kind of guy.
By Waqar Ahmad11 months ago in Confessions
What If I Found My Daughter on OnlyFans? A Conversation We All Need to Have. Content Warning.
For the past couple of weeks, a thought has been haunting me. Just imagine this for a second. You’re online, scrolling mindlessly, maybe curious, maybe just killing time. You decide to check out one of the OnlyFans channels—you know, just to see what the hype is all about. And then… boom. You freeze.
By Clinton Wanjala11 months ago in Confessions
I think about dying a lot, but I'm not exactly suicidal
I wonder sometimes how common this is — how many people walk through their lives carrying these kinds of thoughts in silence. I wouldn't know. I don't really talk about it. And I’ve never been to therapy. I know I probably should, but there are other issues that get in the way — namely, other issues caused by my upbringing, which make me feel like I have to do everything myself. But that’s a story for another time.
By Elias Tannuri12 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of Tomorrow
The Weight of Tomorrow No one knew exactly when the city of Liora first began to dim. It happened slowly, like the silent falling of dust on an abandoned book. Some blamed the endless gray clouds that draped the sky like an old, heavy blanket. Others whispered of a "sorrow fever," a sickness of the spirit that had crept into their hearts.
By Gabriela Tone12 months ago in Confessions
