I confess..
I have no real friends in my life.. Except my Pillow Pet bees..
I also confess I drank the pickle juice. Every time..
I am a former cancer patient, and I have at least two smoke breaks a day..
I confess that I laugh at drivers who try to be big shots in a blizzard, and their commute ends in a cloud of snow
I confess not being able to present as myself, but instead as an abomination depresses me..
I prefer not to eat.. Grosses me out..
I daydream. All the time.
When I watch Star Trek, I wish it were real. I would join the fleet and get out of this place.
I confess that I am a nut job, living a blatent lie, and would rather be able to retire than go into work one more day..