I didn't mean to start the day with a confession, but the waiter asked how I was, and I panicked. Sweat drenched down my neck as I was biting my nails. Never had I ever, in my wildest dreams, thought about regretting something so inhuman, so gory. I read somewhere that there's an animal in every human, and a devil in every saint!

Three days ago, I was a law-abiding, content human. It was all perf...

“Shit…”

I stare at the ceiling of my bedroom, feeling the softness of my bed surround my body making me feel the security I always seek.

But this time, my mind is plagued by the running thoughts of this morning.

I groan and turn over, facing my snowball of a dog laying right next to me.

“I didn’t mean to start the day with a confession, but the waiter asked how I was, and I panicked!”

I bring my h...

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It’s so frustrating

You know?

I try so hard to keep people at bay, just to stop them from getting too close or something

Most of the people I dare to call friends don’t know anything about what I do in a day

Then the first chance I get I pour everything out to a stranger

Just to try and get something like an advice or guidance

I’m afraid Ive let that lifestyle consume me for far too long

I...

I couldn’t hold it in

They asked me a question and I panicked

First it was the waiter

And I had to silence myself

When they asked

“Here alone, or do you have a boyfriend joining you”

Then it was the doctor

Who said

“Good wait till you are older to find a man”

And all I could do was laugh

Then It was the granparents

Who would ask if I had eyes for anyone

But I said no

Because they would ask fo...

10th November Diary Entry,

I didn’t mean to start the day with a confession, but the waiter asked how I was, and I panicked. Now my confession lies on the tip of my tongue like poison, because it’s throbbing me on the inside while here I reminisce on the words I’ve said.

At the cafe I was sat alone, hoping that he would come to my table and ask for the order but when he did - I blurt out “I want...

A tiny bell rings as I walk in the door. I pause in the doorway and swallow the lump in my throat. I look around the diner, expecting everyone to point and stare, surely they know what I’ve just done.

“Pick any table, dear. I’ll be right with ya,” a waitress is clearing a table nearby and brings me back to reality. She appears to be the only waitress working.

Not as busy as I would expect for s...

Two-egg special or the hungry man’s delight, I pretended to ponder my breakfast selection. I hummed to the radio station playing overhead. Shifting in his Converses, the acne-pocked teen waited to take my order. Late morning on a weekday, these places are never crowded. The old broad in the corner booth shook her empty coffee cup.

“How’s it going over here. Need a few more minutes, sir,” the waite...

I didn’t mean to start the day with a confession, but the waiter asked how I was, and I panicked.

“I just payed a demon to kidnap my brother,” I blurted, and then clapped a hand over my mouth.

“Oh,” the waiter replied, a little shocked. “Oh, dear.”

“It wasn’t my fault, you know.” I continued, “It was his idea.”

The waiter just sighed and set his notepad down on the table. “How about I get you a ...

I didn't mean to start the day with a confession but the waiter asked how I was and I panicked, I don't know why. I could have just said I am alright and moved on with my life , but I have this incorrigible need to just not obfuscate and say it like it is. I said "I peed my pants yesterday". Now , I know what you are thinking "whaaaaat?" , but yes , I did pee my pants. Why you ask ? because my fri...

“How are you?”

What do you want to hear?

I fucking hate my life, sir.

Since she left, I haven’t shed a single tear.

It’s like she took them with her.

But no, I’m doing great-

Came here for a coffee, got therapy instead.

She did say I was her “soulmate”…

Could you tell by the fact I look half-dead?...