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Here lies my thoughts, feelings, loves, woes, tales, truths, fears, and dreams. Writing has been a place for me to test my boundaries, experiment with everything people don't accept me to be in person. With text, I am free.


Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Copy Cat

I'm going to post ten confessions as well, because Tia did, and it sounded like something I need to do right now.

Confession #1: I don't believe in the landmark forum. I'm not excited for my upcoming weekend. I'd rather engage in shenanigans with friends or be with my wonderful boyfriend.

Confession #2: I could eat breakfast foods for the rest of my life, nothing else, and never get sick of it. Or peanut butter toast. I'm just that content with them.

Confession #3: I seldom look up words I don't know how to spell. Usually I'll find another way to say something, but every now and then there is a word I reallllllly want to use but just cannot spell. Rare. But it still happens.

Confession #4: I wish something tragic would happen to me just so I could get some attention. I've thought about seriously injuring myself or wandering to dangerous places in the middle of the night. I don't know why I have this bizarre craving.

Confession #5: I'm trying so hard not to be completely in love. I didn't want to rush into feeling that way. In fact, I wanted to be single for a long time. But here I am, in the midst of something so wonderful I can't hold back. And I hate that I can't hold back. I don't want to ruin it.

Confession #6: I'm not nearly as intelligent as I think I am.

Confession #7: I hate summer. I hate having open days with nothing to do. As much as I complain and complain about the bitchiness of school and work... I need it. I desire it. I hate going three months with no school.

Confession #8: I want to have a sexy Italian accent. That may be the only reason I'm talking Italian next semester.

Confession #9: I absolutely love to sing. I wish I could sing all the time, in front of anyone. I wish I would have the courage to ever try belting something out. I did once, in 8th grade while watching high school musical for the first time. I sang "Start of Something New." I received no reactions from my friends, so I decided that meant I was absolutely horrible.

Confession #10: I really, really want to be serenaded. In person.

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