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I am antsy... antsy and hyper... hyper and restless. I feel as if I'm not in control of myself sometimes...like I'm dancing some shyt that's already been choreographed...like my moods are pre-existing and all I'm doing is walking into them. Infact...have I said that before? I really need more of a social life...these days it's like I don't even come alive until Friday. I've been doing a lot of thinking about myself lately, in any case...if I didn't dislike so many things about myself I swear I'd... (continue reading)

I may be the worst secret keeper ever. I mean, when it's important stuff, my lips are sealed as tight as, well, really really tight things. Those special Glad bags, perhaps? (I was going to go with some nasty butt sex reference, but honestly that's just not my style.)
Anyway.
Secrets.
I hate them. And they're destroying my life. (continue reading)

We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones. - Francois de La Rochefoucauld