Ummm so on Saturday I was at a party and my friends were pressuring me to play this game where I'm blindfolded and someone kisses me and I have to guess who it was. I didn't really want to but they kept telling me to, so I did it. Well...the first person that kissed me was a girl, and the second person that kissed me was...a guy. I didn't know it was a guy at the time, but someone told me it was a guy afterward. I really didn't want that to happen because I'm already so confused about my sexual orientation and now I think that since I enjoyed the kiss I am probably gay or bisexual. If I had known a guy was going to kiss me that night then I would have not played at all but I did and now things are so confusing for me. I am kind of sad and wish I would take it all back. It's also so embarrassing because all of my friends were watching us kiss and...I don't know. I just am kind of humiliated.

Sometimes I take risqué photos or nudes just to look at them and then delete them. It makes me feel cute or pretty to take those pictures and see that I can, in fact, look nice, and it reminds me that maybe someone else will find me pretty too. It helps me not hate myself.

I know that my boyfriend doesn't like the kind of presents I make - self made and a lot of small cute things rather than one big thing. He's just too practical for that. But I love making these kind of presents, so so much - I honestly do it for myself just as much (sometimes even more) than for the person I give it to. I don't know if I'm selfish for giving him "my" kind of presents rather than the kind he wants. (For the record: I still try to get him something he can use and enjoy.)

Fuck you. You could have asked too. Fuck you fuck you fuck you. I gotta move on. You torture me.

I came home from a pretty disappointing day at work and found my fiance did all the dishes, all the laundry (including the bedding), swept and mopped the floors, and took the trash out. I didn't even have to ask. I was fully planning to do that stuff tomorrow on my day off. But he wanted me to be able to relax. And while he was putting my laundry away, he found my journal. He wrote a sweet note in it for me. No judgement at all for what I wrote, just love and support. I'm so happy I have a man like him in my life. Everyone deserves someone like him.

I wonder if you know that half these Taylor Swift songs you catch me singing along to are the ones that make me think of you.

At work, my crush hung his jacket next to mine. It kept getting in my way while I was working though, so I just moved it over and put it on the same hook as mine. So our jackets were touching all night, and now my jacket faintly smells like him. I didn't intend for that to happen, but my confession is that I'm glad it did. I love the way he smells. I wish we were dating and I could just wear one of his jackets, but for now I guess this is close enough. Someday I'll be brave enough to ask him out, and if I'm lucky, this small wish will come true haha