i wish i had a friend to make out with and dry hump on at anytime.
im feeling aggravated as hell right now. i hate my job so fucking much.....
Yesterday, I went to work while my boyfriend had the day off. I came home and saw he had his khakis and button up shirt on the bed as if it had been worn. He was in the next room play video games. I walked to the door and said that I saw his nice clothes on the bed, why did he dress up today? He said he felt like putting something on. That was all he said and I didn't ask anymore questions. I went back into the bedroom and placed his clothes on a chair next to the bed. My mind began to wonder why he dressed up, because I rarely see him outside of his T-shirt and jeans. My first thought was, you guessed it, he's cheating on me. My second thought was that he went on an interview, or looking for another job. Then I had a random thought. What if he dressed up to look for an engagement ring. We had been together for a year this month. The idea of him looking for a ring made me nervous, and not in a good way. I feel like we are no where near ready to get married/engaged because we cannot keep our finances in order, and on occasion we have had arguments about that. Finances and other situations has caused friction in our relationship. For some reason the thought of him cheating made me feel better than him looking/purchasing an engagement ring. Looking for an different job would ideal. After reviewing my thoughts, I realized I need to really re evaluate my attachment\ detachment in this relationship.
since everything has been revealed here, where is the secret? Better take the Oath of secrecy before making any confession or written statement that could put one's own self at risk. Anyway, let's view it in a funny way and enjoy! We have all our own personal secret, isn't it? some truth may appear as weird, while some may look disgusting to the public eye's when revealed. Some people will feel more comfortable inside their mind when they confess their deeds or acknowledged their sins. If we look further into our furniture, certainly we'll find a lot of tiny skeletons that we'd hide for so long deep into our consciousness. If you want to read ambiguous confessions, you've got served. Stay abreast for more confessions to come...
I need another story Something to get off my chest My life gets kinda boring Need something that I can confess Til' all my sleeves are stained red From all the truth that I've said Come by it honestly I swear Thought you saw me wink, no I've been on the brink, so Tell me what you want to hear Something that will light those ears Sick of all the insincere I'm gonna give all my secrets away This time, don't need another perfect lie Don't care if critics ever jump in line I'm gonna give all my secrets away
I absolutely don't understand historical books. I mean they're like a foreign language to me, despite being my language... just historical. Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, all that stuff. I had to read a lot of those for school and while people in class were discussing what certain motifes meant and were joking about Hamlet being dumb or whatever, I was just sitting there like... I've read the whole thing word for word but all I can tell you about the plot is the names of the people. I don't know if I'm just stupid.
i want to have a guy who moans when were making love.
I can stay inside our bathroom for hours without any gadgets.. I'm just there staring straight into the wall and thinking about random stuff.. And everytime i dicided to stop popping or showering, i got this part of me that doesn't what to go out.
One of the biggest mysteries to me is how nobody really knows whether girls have a hymen or not, whether it's supposed to rip or not, whether it bleeds... seriously, if you're confused by this, go do a little bit of light research. Nobody seems to know. Everyone thinks something else about it, even doctors. Like... there are about 4 billion women in the world, can't someone just do an actual study!? Or was there one, but it got buried because everyone wants to claim they know what's up?
I feel like a human, on a planet of aliens, or am I the alien on a planet full of humans. Either way, I feel like I don't understand anyone and apparently, I don't understand myself. I can't afford therapy right now. Confesster is the best I can do at the moment. Thank you.