I confess that I ruined an expensive roast and feel horrible, not only because of all the waste, but because this was going to be the first real, good meal we've had in a long time and it's my fault for messing the whole thing up... I couldn't even do all of the vegetables right.
I confess that I can't take people yelling at or chastising me. (This, obviously, is a big problem.)
I confess that I have no idea how to express my emotions and just keep everything bottled up (to be on the safe side,) but lately I've been slipping up and having breakdowns, letting things get to me and losing control, and I don't know what to do about it.
I confess that I feel like vomiting, and don't know if it's from the PMS or the hunger.
I confess that I'd love to see Riverdance someday
I confess that I'm too freaking sensitive.
I confess that I still haven't paid for my Strings subscription, and probably wont be getting a second issue.
I confess that if I miss the deadline for this contest, I really will do something terrible.
I confess that I wish someone cared about me.
I confess that lately nothing seems to be going right, not a darned thing, and I can't take it anymore.
I confess that I wear my hat too often for something so rare and valuable.
I confess that I'm heartbroken that about not being able to buy the pin. Really, truly, heartbroken.
I confess that her music makes me feel so much better, for even a few minutes, and that's one reason I love her so much.
I confess that SSBB makes me feel better, too, but only when I'm not playing with my siblings. Which is why I'm not playing now, when I'd really love to be.
I confess that I'm afraid my favorite Star Trek movie was one of the DVDs we lost.
I confess that when I was downloading some Paul Simon music, I accidentally ended up with the soundtrack from this musical he apparently wrote and that I don't have any desire to listen to. -.-
I confess that I want some melon, but the kitchen is too messy, the knife and cutting board are both messy and lost, and I'd probably just screw it up anyway. So I'll just have to look at and smell it until it rots and has to be thrown away. Oh well.