So I did that dumb confessions thing on facebook. Well here is a list of as many confessions as I can come up with without being afraid you'll have nightmares.
Confession #1: My past is a horror story, not even my closest friends know ALL the things I've endured. And even though I've been told by multiple people that I'm the strongest person they know, I still think I'm weak
Confession #2: I put everyone else's happiness before my own. I always have. I always will.
Confession #3: When I'm alone I blast my music and pretend I'm in a music video. No joke. If I recorded myself doing this, I'd never ever ever ever get a boyfriend ever again.
Confession #4: I used to cut. I did it NOT as a method to cope but because I lived my life believing everything that went wrong was my fault so I cut to punish myself for all the "bad things" I did.
Confession #5: I put on this show that I think I'm sexy and crap but in reality, I hate myself more than anyone or anything else.
Confession #6:I am the biggest pushover when it comes to forgiveness too. I forgive too easily. I have forgiven and let people back into my life that have done some of the worst things to me. And somehow it always comes as a surprise when they do it again.
Confession #7: I've had a pregnancy scare.
Confession #8: I hold too many grudges.
Confession #9: When I say I'm okay, I'm usually far from it.
Confession #10: There's one love I'll probably never fully get over.
Confession #11: I've kissed a girl.
Confession #12: I'm addicted to Secret Life of the American Teenager.
Confession #13: I have fallen in love with someone I met online.
Confession #14: I should be dead. On multiple occasions.
Confession #15: I love easily. I don't hate. I wear my heart on my sleeve and have it repeatedly shattered.
Confession #16: I still sleep every night with a stuffed animal. Unless I share a bed with another person. (man)
Confession #17: I constantly am in a state of storyplots. I never ever stop thinking.
Confession #18: I have OCD. And if you move things from their place, I have fits of anxiety and tend to flip shit on the nearest person. I don't mean to, but it can get fucking ugly. Insults will be thrown... things will be thrown. I don't mean to get that violent, I don't think I even realize how mean I'm being until afterwards. I have panic attacks. I probably could be medicated.
Confession #19: I rub my face vigorously when I'm tired and I will tell you my face is itchy. It really isn't. I have a childlike way of coping with sleepiness. Like a baby will make noises or act really hyper to keep them awake when they don't want to go to sleep. I do the same thing, but I seriously don't realize I'm doing it until I'm midrub. And then I'll embarrassedly proclaim my face is itchy. haha
Confession #20: I love juice boxes.
Confession #21: I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. You choose that.
Confession #22: I should be sleeping.
Between you and Cory, I will have you both sitting in your respective showers, clothed, and running back and forth between the showers to make sure you two don't have heart attacks! xD
ReplyDeleteCory gets panic attacks when stressed too, and it isn't fun. I feel helpless but I do everything I can to be there for him and give him anything he needs.
So if you get into a panic attack, I will be there, dragging you to the shower, with a glass of your favorite drink or some hot tea, and toast. xD
#6 and #8 kinda contradict each other, don't you think? I mean, how can you forgive super easily, but still hold grudges? Just food for thought.
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