Today I recieved a rejection letter from the theme park I have worked at for two years: Confession: I'm secretly happy, because I'll have a lot more time to devote to speed skating, designing, and dum dah dah! Helping with costumes for the play our town! So excited!
Confession: For years, I've secretly had a tiny desire to have cancer, because I want to be bald and have a bunch of different wigs to wear.
Confession: I am deathly afraid of toilets overflowing.
Confession: I feel a little sad inside when people say they love me, or call me awesome, because I feel like I don't deserve any love, and I'm not awesome. (which is true:)
Confession: Since Christmas, I've been having an affair with with my tri-pod. See the loving expression I give it?
Love you guys! L<3VED