WinkinBlinkinandNod

I really want to get this over with. I think I know how criminals feel, when the guilt gets the most of them, and they'd rather confess than live another moment with the tremendous burden on their conscience. Living a lie . . . I don't think many people know what that means. To hate yourself for pretending to be something else, and yet hate the "real you" even more - which do you choose? The facade or the dirty reality? Sometimes it gets the best of me. Sometimes I just can't be around my friends or family, I'll jump to my feet and hide in a dark corner. I know too well the burden that Christian bore, except I can't throw mine down. I have

As human beings, we have urges - basic human desires. The most obvious would probably be the need for sex, followed by good food, followed by puppies. That's right. Puppies. One of the most uncontrollable urges I have is the need to come to a screeching halt in the middle of a highway at the sight of a PUPPIES sign. Like most people, I find puppies irresistible. Doesn't matter what breed, size, temperament (deep fried please), I will stop and ask to hold one. It's my guilty pleasure. Sure some people have a secret porn addiction (who doesn't) ("Yaoi, yuri bestiality, what's your poison?" "Um, I'll just watch a 20min YT vid of a puppy sleepi

Spent the last four days in bed reading fanfiction. Man I need something better to do (besides all of those damn college application essays.) I wish I could write half as well as that damn soppy fanfiction. 27 chapters . . . (and I loved every page.) FOR THE GLORY!