Confess something. Whether it's something you're embarassed about, something you want to get off your chest, or just something you've never admitted. Don't be shy. - My ex boyfriend is getting married to a girl he's been with for two months. I think he's stupid for doing so, since he barely knows the girl. I'm also jealous, because I would give anything to be back with him. Our relationship never really got a chance. Given the opportunity, I could be his goddess; I could be everything he's ever wanted in a girl. We're best friends, though, so I want to be supportive. And as his best friend, I'm going to toast his happiness at his engagement party tomorrow. - I make fun of Harry Potter geeks, but really I can't wait for the seventh book to come out. - I recently decided that I really do want to have kids. One day.
- I was mentally tortured in junior high school by what I thought were my best friends. Now that I moved away from there, I've escaped that dark part of my life. - I have bad arachnophobia. - I am guilty of listening to a song over and over again for days on end until I get sick of it.
- I have bad arachnophobia. - I am petrified of thunder storms. - I got caught on a security camera playing truth or dare with friends and damn that was embarressing. NEVER AGAIN!!!!!! lol
Ariella, that's probably the worst thing that could happen! Truth or Dare on camera! Anyway: - I have arachnophobia. - Im gay, yes I admit. - Im an attention seeker never happy with the attention I have.
- Im an attention seeker too. Theres lots of them here. - I have aracnophobia, so bad, that if I see cob webs in my bedroom I dont sleep in there. - I love short girls. Short good looking girls. They make me weak.
I have recently suffered depression I have now found love and happy again after three years of being mentally tortured by an alchaholic. I also have aracnophobia I find it extremely hard to explain something that might be simple for someone else to say. I have a social phobia but am now getting over it. I want to write a romance novel and..... I used to like Hanson!!!! aaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! (it was the first CD that I have ever owned! so I liked it!)
- I am of 'gifted' intelligence, but at work I act as though I am dumber than most, through fear of segregation. - I have overindulged in DVD collecting, my total number being 460. - I hated writing and English at school, sleeping through most lessons, and now I can't imagine doing anything else with my life.
That's the worst thing I've ever heard. I'm not sure we can be friends now. MMM Bop! - I'm an alcoholic and drug addict, though I've been sober for 17 years (more than half my life).
Uh, lessee... 1. I'm gay 2. I sing loudly and passionately to the songs on my iPod whenever no one else is home. 3. I take an irrational amount of pleasure from being the first person to stick a knife into an untouched, flat surface of peanut butter 4. I am absolutely in love with Snackwells cookies. 5. I am an absolutely horrible singer, but I desperately want to star in Rent when I am older. 6. I am so horribly egotistical that I do in fact believe that I will someday be a well-known writer and/or actor and/or musician. 7. Ever since a cockroach crawled up my leg, I've been totally freaked out by them. (I'm fine with all other bugs, though.) 8. The next thing on the list is not true. 9. The above statement is totally false. 10. The above two statements are absolutely fictitious.
Aw, why'd you have to put in number 10? You cancelled them out, and now it doesn't mess with my head.
I ran over new vine cuttings in a mule (a golf buggy on steroids) and never told anyone!!!! IT WAS MEEEE!!!!
I get the craZiest hot flashes. HAHAHA usually because im shy, or embarrased. My face goes cherry red and I end up drawing more attention to myself even though that is what I am trying to avoid. I think it's pretty hilarious afterwards though, so it's not something thats to devastating.
That totally made me laugh out loud. xD Ahem.. I confess; I don't think it'd make much of a difference if I dropped dead right now.
I always thought if I dyed my hair or cut it, or rearranged my room, or made new friends, or something out of character, it would make me a completely different person. I don't want to be me...I want to be someone else, I hate my own identity.
When I was seven, I was in Arizona with my brother, mother and father (who are not married nor were they at the time. Don't ask). My mom wanted to go out in the middle of the desert to take pictures. So we pulled off the high way and wondered slightly into the desert. These little pieces of cacti that had fallen onto the ground kept getting stuck in my mom and brother's shoes. I, being seven and wanting to be just like them, stepped on a piece of a cactus to get it stuck in my shoe. But I was stupid, and I was wearing sandals. The cactus piece got stuck in my toe! I started bleeding everywhere. I started screaming. Everyone came running and my dad struggled to get the cactus out with his sunglasses. But he needed something else, so he picked up a burning-hot rock and pulled the cactus out of my foot with a rock and his sunglasses. When we got it out, we drove to the nearest gas station and bought isopropal alcohol. While my mom cleaned my foot, the cashier told us they were chola cacti (poisonous, by the way) and it was so hot and dry the moved towards anything with water. And that's why they kept sticking to our shoes. I never told my family that I stepped on the cactus on purpose.
You were seven, it wouldn't have mattered. Thats a pretty cool story. Good moral. Kind of like that old proverb: "The nail that sticks out the furthest begs to be hit"
I married for the wrong reasons. I was a troubled young man with a lot of darkness in my past, and (for whatever reason) felt that being married to a Christian woman would complete me as a person, as well as give me love, happiness, and a person who I could grow old with. But when I uncovered my troubled past, thinking that my wife would understand; she looked at me in disgust. She scolded me for not being honest from the beginning, and never forgave me. But being that I was ashamed of my past, admitting everything was difficult for me, and her reaction was the very reason that I wasn’t honest from the start But that was the spark that ignited a horrendous fire which burned my marriage to the ground. Now I’m going through separation. And the worst thing is; I know that my wife is going to use our son against me, just to hurt me. For him, I always prayed that I could be a better father to him then my father was to me. Now I can’t, and that hurts the most.
