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Quick-Write Confessionals

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession. // Albert Camus

Quick-write a confession in 150 words or less.

Admittedly, I was more than relieved to be moving on from this place. All the while that last day I nodded my head in agreement that “Yes, I will return” to those I was leaving behind, who all ready missed me. But I knew I wouldn’t. It would be too much. This time spent in the trenches of the great American underbelly had taken its toll. I was lucky though because I had chosen to be there and was able to just walk away. This was not so for the others which made my leaving bittersweet on so many levels. As I packed my belongings and walked, nay, ran toward my freedom, I knew my time there was a brief pause in my life I will eternally cherish.

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I go from one relationship to another. I used laugh at/feel bad for girls like me. I don't know when or why I made this shift. But I don't like it. But I don't want to be alone.

I don't want to do this. I don't. I am tired of this and I just want to leave. I've been so pressured into this, I haven't received the option of doing what I love.

I don't even like you anymore.

You remember that shirt you loved so much that you thought you'd lost? I wanted to wear it one day, but noticed there was a small stain on it. I put water on the stain to get it out and decided to use the hair blow dryer to dry it. ( I should have put it in the clothes dryer, but I was running late). Needless to say, I burned a huge hole through your shirt and had to throw it away! Lol! Sorry!

I lied about making out with him.

Confessing about how you "weren't perfect", you know, I don't think that's a true confession, but a hope for yourself to do better, sometimes maybe to a fault. A confession is admitting to something you did wrong, or bad. I confess that I hate every single one of those who think they are participating by spreading perfectionism.

He was my best friend. I had never had a friend as perfect as him, who I admired so much and who I had so much in common with; he was everything I aspired to be. When he started becoming distant, I told him that I liked him, hoping he would come back to me, but he denied me and then started hanging out with his ex again. I lied to him and said that I had never really liked him in the first place, that I was just trying to get his attention. For months after that he was all that I thought about and I was devastated that we weren't friends anymore. Now we're kind of friends again and it kills me everyday that I'm with him and I he thinks I'm just a friend but I love him more than ever.

I feel like a phony. My whole family thinks I'm great because I did great stuff in high school. That was five years ago. I still haven't finished a degree and I haven't done anything awesome. I feel like I'm just either bored by or afraid of everything I could ever pick to do. I worry that all I'm good for is to clean our apartment and be a fun partner for my boyfriend. That only gets you so far. I don't want to be a stay at home wife or mother and I can't pick a job I would want. He supports all my endeavors more than I support myself.

I allowed people to use fear and violence to control me and now I am forever stuck in 'fight or flight' mode.

I think I have a mental illness but I don't want to feel weak and get professional help. I feel like they are just $ hungry and won't do sh*t but nod and make me buy expensive medications.

I have forgotten how to live.

I found a way to spend less when buying produce at my local supermarket by pressing the wrong number when it asks how many I have. Last time I bought three bunches of kale, but only put in two.

At 17, I was just starting out in my relationship with my now husband (together almost 14 yrs). We had already had sex so it was in essense of serious nature...in the mean time I was spending some time with a guy friend who gave me a lot of the emotional attention/one on one time I didn't feel I was getting from my boyfriend, who I wanted it from. I kissed the other boy at my house one night and the next day and later felt like a terrible person. I cheated on him. I tried to make myself feel less guilty by breaking up with him the following day. I didn't really like to admit to myself that I was a cheater. Trying to justify it by the proximity of when I broke it off. He thankfully took me back a week later after I came to my senses. For the longest time I still felt so much guilt. One night I decided I would burn those pages from my journal from that time period. It was late at night and I was downstairs in my parents house. I put the pages in the fireplace and lit them up. Needless to say. Note to self and others. I didn't know I had to open the chimney flu?? The whole basement started filling up with smoke. Good thing I only had a few pages of shame. I had to get my dad up to help me. I don't even know what was said or if anything was explained. That was embarassing.

I dont know how to have a healthy relationship, and I think that it stems from me always battling with a self destructive habit.

I stole the cookies from the cookie jar and the gummy bears.

if you looked inside my head, youd probably be scare to see how messed up i am and how easily i hide it behind a smile

I am not sorry for it but I am still telling lies of who I am and keeping up with those lies. I fell as it's easier that way. The only way they would know is if they read my online journal entries. I guess they will never know who I really am.

I had a relationship with my best friend for over 20 years. We were both married and tried to minimize the pain our familes would have felt so waited until our kids were grown to make our move. The day we were going to meet to finally plan our lives, he died. I had no idea he was gone until a few days after the funeral. I had to mourn alone, I still mourn alone. It was horrible. It is coming up 5 years and I am still affected.. I loved him so much and I will forever pay for this.. alone.

I hated the idea of loving her. So I stopped doing it.

When I was three I pooped in the backyard, when my mom found the evidence she confronted me about it. "Honey, who pooped in the yard?" In a panic I created in my head what had seemed to be most plausible scenario possible. " Uhh.. The dog did it." Thinking I was off the hook i began to calm down, that is until mom came at me with "Lu, we dont have a dog." Now I was really panicking, I had to come up with something quick! "Uhh... DAD DID IT!" I am so ashamed i let my father take the fall for my backyard/bathroom mix up. To this day no one in the family knows the truth and I fear this was the root of my parents divorce.

Quick-Write Confessionals

Quick-write a confession in 150 words or less.

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I go from one relationship to another. I used laugh at/feel bad for girls like me. I don't know when or why I made this shift. But I don't like it. But I don't want to be alone.

I don't want to do this. I don't. I am tired of this and I just want to leave. I've been so pressured into this, I haven't received the option of doing what I love.

I don't even like you anymore.

I lied about making out with him.

I allowed people to use fear and violence to control me and now I am forever stuck in 'fight or flight' mode.

I think I have a mental illness but I don't want to feel weak and get professional help. I feel like they are just $ hungry and won't do sh*t but nod and make me buy expensive medications.

I have forgotten how to live.

I found a way to spend less when buying produce at my local supermarket by pressing the wrong number when it asks how many I have. Last time I bought three bunches of kale, but only put in two.

I dont know how to have a healthy relationship, and I think that it stems from me always battling with a self destructive habit.

I stole the cookies from the cookie jar and the gummy bears.

if you looked inside my head, youd probably be scare to see how messed up i am and how easily i hide it behind a smile

I am not sorry for it but I am still telling lies of who I am and keeping up with those lies. I fell as it's easier that way. The only way they would know is if they read my online journal entries. I guess they will never know who I really am.

I hated the idea of loving her. So I stopped doing it.

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