Confessions...

I confess…I am a master of wanting what I can’t have, and once it’s mine, I tend to quickly get tired of it.

I confess…I flirt too much, but I can’t help but be nice, especially if you’re cute.

I confess…I’m okay with not going back to school. I know I should, but I don’t know what it is that I want to study, and I like my job and where I am in life right now.

I confess…I’m not totally convinced that I believe I know what true love is, or if I’ll ever find it.

I confess…I get homesick a lot. Sometimes, I just want to rush home and never return to my new life, but I realize that, for as much as I miss home and my loved ones, I am happier here and have a better chance of accomplishing things in my life.

I confess…I am a huge cuddle bug. I love curling up next to someone and laying my head on my chest. It makes me feel safe and secure. Though, I always seem to have a hard time sleeping when there’s a new person in my bed. It takes a few days to adjust.

I confess…I get jealous very easily. It probably has something to do with my own insecurities, but on the other hand, if I don’t get jealous, I don’t truly care.

I confess…I hate when people start texting me, and quickly disintegrate into using one word or one letter replies. Like, excuse me, but you started the conversation, so it’s assumed you wanted to talk to me.

I confess…I have a potty mouth. Sometimes, you just really need to throw in an F-bomb to make your point.

I confess…that I have not come out as bisexual to my family, and unless I actually date a girl and bring her home to my family, it will probably never happy. The majority of my family is too religious, too uptight or both for me to alienate myself for no reason.

I confess…that when I get annoyed, I have the almost unbearable desire to chew my fingernails or grit my teeth together. I often get a sore jaw because of this.

I confess…I didn’t think I wanted to have children until I was forced to face the possibility that I may not be able to conceive on my own, or even have children of my own.

I confess…to being addicted to chap stick. I use it daily, it’s how I keep my lips soft and moisturized and looking awesome.

I confess…I miss having someone I can confide everything to. Things have not been the same since my best friend passed away nearly two years ago, and now that I have seem to have lost another close friend, I don’t have anyone I can wholeheartedly depend on.

I confess…I can be shallow and picky. I don’t find any need to defend myself and feel I owe it to myself to be choosy.

 I confess…I am extremely self-conscious and insecure. I think it’s part of the reason I post so many pictures of myself- I need validation that I am desirable. I don’t believe half of the compliments I get, though.

I confess…when I am tired, I will stop responding to messages or texts because the stupidest thing annoys me.

I confess…I hate idle small talk, and I hate when someone asks me to tell them about myself. I’m not in a fucking interview with you, and things need to come out naturally. That question makes a conversation too forced.

I confess…I like my brother way more than my sister. She’s irritable and hard to get along with, and I truly believe her boyfriend has the patience of a god.

I confess…I have many more confessions, but not the patience to type them.