50 confessions.

nesa* — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 07:42:44 +0000

I’m not happy. At most content, but I want more. So no, I’m not happy.
I’ve been in love with the same person for years.
I’m scared I will never fall out of love with that person.
I’m scared of what may happen if I do.
Sometimes I wonder how life would be if I were not a parent.
I give great advice but I rarely follow it myself.
When I feel lonely I’d rather sleep on my couch instead of my big empty bed.
I think I am somewhat antisocial. People really do irk me.
I’m listening to drake – brand new. I think this song was made for me.
I know I try too hard when it comes to him, but I cannot stop myself.
I have big plans, but I feel like not following through because I don’t want to feel like a follower.
Females irritate me. Especially ones who do dumb shit for the attention of men.
Males irk me. Especially ones who do dumb shit for the attention of anyone.
I miss me ex sometimes. I think about calling him. I know its just loneliness. I deserve more though.
I wonder will my hard work ever pay off when it comes to life, love, and more…
Sometimes I feel like a complete fool when it comes to love.
I have moments where I cry just for relief, but its hard for anyone else to make me cry these days.
I feel like crying right now. Maybe its this music.
I know he knows how much I love him, but I wonder if he really understands it.
I’m afraid most of my confessions will involve him.
I think I’m the shit, but I am utterly self-conscious. Mostly of my smile and I have stretch marks.
That last confession made me cringe and I had to fight to keep from erasing it.
I am nothing other than what I am, but sometime I feel that its not good enough.
Sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough for him.
I used to suck my thumb. I think about it every now and then. Its like nail biting or smoking cigs.
I know when you’re lying to me. Even about little things. I wish you wouldn’t do that.
I’m not a jealous person at all, but damn that shit right there, pisses me off. Call me stingy.
I think I’m honest about damn near everything except him.
I wonder if I stand out anymore.
I want to go back to school but I’m scared I’d fail.
I’m afraid of failure.
I’m a little afraid of change.
I wonder how different my life would have been if my mom and dad stayed together.
I want to get married, have a little boy, name him after his dad, and I want it by age 27. Too much?
Why buy me a ring, but not really want to marry? I think he’ll marry in the next few years.
That last confession just stabbed me in the heart. I honestly felt it, because I know its true.
I miss the way he smells, the way his arms feel around me. I miss him cuddling up next to me in bed.
Every man who has entered my life has let me down, except my ~~step~~dad.
Every male that I have been involved with has taken me for granted.
I can’t sleep if I don’t talk to him before bed because I feel weird. Idk why.
I get the best sleep when he’s breathing in my ear.
I think, love, worry, and do way to freakin much.
I am fascinated with my own ass.
I think about getting breast implants and maybe a tummy tuck. Seriously, I looked at prices.
I am too damn nice. Yet people say I’m mean as hell. Idk.
I am nasty. Good lawd, if he told my mama about me…
I secretly get a kick out of females hating on how I got it. Its not all that good at times, though. So…
You don’t have to trap me, I’d trap you first. No, seriously… we’d have like 10 kids.
All my plans have a backup just to incorporate another person if need be. wishful thinking?
The only dreams I remember are ones including him or nightmares.

that felt good. i may do this again. :cute:

ps. i find it amazing how no one knows who this “him” is, yet they all wanna compete with him for my attention.
psch. why is that?

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50 confessions.