confession time

I have a confession to make.

The only thing I've eaten all day is celery and peanut butter.

I have a confession to make.

I spend too much time on the internet.

I have a confession to make.

I wish it was Christmas.

I have a confession to make.

I want to move away to a foreign place and never see any of these people again.

I have a confession to make.

When I fall in love, I never get over them.

I have a confession to make.

I love the rain.

I have a confession to make.

I give up too easily. 

I have a confession to make.

I write on this blog way too much, considering how little attention it gets from everyone else.