I'm not used to failure.

There is a hidden fortune in misfortune.

I confess that part of why I got so mad was because it fucking hurt that you might think of me that way. Thought I meant more to you than that.

I had a premonition from a young age that something life-changing would happen when I was 21, but dismissed it when nothing had happened in these past couple of months.

How right was I, hmm.

God, I'm so not used to lying to people.

Lie to Judges and Lie to Cops.

I confess that I am but I don't know how to tell you.

It's been a few days over 5 years and I still haven't wanked.

I missed my substance abuse meeting again.

There is a raccoon out in front of my house and an opossum.

I wish things would be the way they were before 2011, when I wasn't alone 70% of the time and Melissa was still around... or at least as smooth as they were in February, when I at least had someone to talk to late at night.

Yeah you can't trust men.

I'll rape his ass.

It's been 9 months. Nine fucking months. And you just now realized it?! Just now thought about it? You've known me for 15 fucking years and it's taking you this damn long to see it.

I always wonder what these posts are about. I've got no drama.

I don't have any drama, either.

What the fuck is going on?

Sunspots wrote:

I don't have any drama, either.

You get irritated though.

I do.

I have time to kill but no WiFi and FB is blocked here.