I confess, I haven't been able to concentrate on anything the last few months (including anime) and I'm not too happy about it. Especially since it now looks like I might have been played.
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I confess, I haven't been able to concentrate on anything the last few months (including anime) and I'm not too happy about it. Especially since it now looks like I might have been played.
I confess.... every time I cough, I half expect to see blood.
I don't have memories of dying from a deadly disease in another life... not at all, not at all.
I confess, I want to eat fried eggs now.
I confess that I'm worried if giving that letter was a mistake & whether or not he'll read it, and that I hate how my head is so wrapped up in this.
I confess, I slept the whole day away yesterday.
I confess, I really missed being mischievous & wacky.... (it has been forever since I last saw you, that side of me, please stay... I missed you.)
I confess, I dislike going out right now.
I confess, I'm afraid to ask the hard questions in case the answer isn't one I want to hear. That and too many outsiders nearby... I know I need to but...
I confess, I should be looking for a work right now but I'm wasting time confessing.
I confess, I really need to up-wrap my mind from this & just let things be. Its starting to annoy me.
I confess, I don't know how much of Fisherman's Friend I should eat each day, or is it candy or not. All I know, it said in the wrapper that it's a laxative when taken too much in a day.
I confess... Prototype Saber > F/SN Saber.
IMO anyway...
I confess I'm at least looking for a job now....also I blew an interview and I feel retarded and it's totally my fault for neglecting my studies.
I confess, I feel sorta tired right now doing nothing.
I confess.... I fear that someone knows about my over-sharing & doesn't want to confront me about it..... How can I address things/make things right if nothing is said?
I confess, I just want to keep my HDD having free enough space.
I confess.... I'm kind of done with being played.
I confess
as little as I drink these days, apparently I can good and really drunk on like twenty bucks if there is a decent happy hour sale
like REALlY drunk.
incidentlly, now I walk about 5 miles home because drinking and driving is wrong
I confess that some days I get a little worried that my weirdest aunt, who's always worried about when I'm going to get a girlfriend, might eventually try to follow through on her offer to "bring [me] back a hot cousin from Sicily." She's probably joking, but I know from unrelated (heh) conversations she seems to genuinely not realize most of us aren't onboard with cousin hookups.