As part of my moving on and letting go...I have a few confessions to make...so I can leave the past behind and start over...
I’m coming clean...
I cry myself to sleep sometimes.
I have a few "dirty little secrets".
I think I should have went down to Texas when I had the chance, but I was scared.
I had someone in my life- that had been my "rock". He’s held me while I cried, so many times. Watched me laugh. Watched me grow. Lectured me. Taught me. Held my hair back when I drank to much. He’s seen me naked. He’s picked me up when I’ve fallen, emotionally and physically. He’s unconditional. And I miss him. And I’m scared for him. He is changing into something and I don't think he sees it. And I feel helpless because there is nothing I can do about it. He has helped me so many times and I can’t help him. I’ve tried, more then once. I’ve realized this isn’t my battle to fight anymore- and I feel, in some way, I’m giving up on him. And that hurts.
My flirty personality is really starting to annoy me.
At the end of the day, I still feel alone.
I’m scared to death of dying alone.
For the last five years, my life has been a mess. I’ve had good times, and good laughs but in general, I haven’t been happy- I think I deserve a break...and soon.
I have issues. Who doesn’t?
I have a lot of guy friends. Some are true friends. Others would do anything to get down my pants- and they aren’t true friends- and I’m about ready to get them out of my life.
I’ve been looking at houses and jobs in Maine and I want to move back. But, I don’t know if I can leave my friends. I’m completly torn between what I want and what I think I need to do.
I wear my heart on my sleeve and people take advantage of that.
I trusted someone and I got burnt- and that pisses me off.
I do think I need to get away from here- and the people around here- 99% of the time.
I believe everything happens for a reason. I just would really love to know what those reasons are.
Get over yourself, because you really aren’t that special. You said the right things, at the right time and fooled a lot of people- grow up because there isn’t always going to be someone there to bail you out, take care of you, or listen to you.
You may think I have my life together- but I don’t.
This smile, it’s fake. I’m not that happy.
I’m losing faith in love. I don’t believe in "the one" anymore. Maybe I never really did.
I think, sometimes, I use alcohol as an escape. I have to stop.
Marriage, I am begining to think, is way over rated.
My job and lifestyle is burning me out.
I do feel lucky because I have so many friends- but, there are only a few I can really trust. Only a few, that really know ME.
I’m tired of the bar scene. But, around here, when you’re single- there’s not much else to do. And I’m sure as hell not going to sit home all the time.
I need a vacation.
I blow to much money on booze. And gas.
I need to have a sit down, face to face conversation with a certain someone, for a lot of reasons, but he doesn’t have the time. And, maybe it’s better that way. I just have so many un-answered questions. Maybe they are better un-answered.
Fake people are really starting to annoy me. There’s to many of them. Don’t be nice to me, if you don’t like me. Or because you want to get down my pants- it’s not going to happen anyways.
This town is full of drunks and dead beats and infidelity. And everyone turns the other way, like there’s nothing wrong with it.
Everyone was right. You weren't good for me
It bothers me that you hit on my friends, behind my back, and thought all along I was doing something wrong. (You know who you are)
You really don’t need to keep lying to impress people, in the long run, you just come out looking like an ass- and nothing more. Find yourself, be yourself, and you’ll be much better off.
I’m not perfect, I’ve made mistakes- at least I can admit to them, and not act like I’m better then everyone else–
I did love you. But it was all based on lies. So I guess it wasn’t really love at all.
I know things that you don’t even know I know. And I like it that way.
I should have known better.
People want to kick your ass- I’ve told them it isn’t worth it.
I’m afraid of heights.
I’m afraid of being alone.
I’m a bitch sometimes and I really don’t mind being that way.
If you don’t want the truth, don’t ask me. I don’t bullshit when it comes to advice.
I hate thinking. I think to much.
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