To quote a little black man named Usher: "These are my confessions."
I never finished The Great Gatsby. And the movie was just okay.
I tend to get into relationships where I end up missing the person more than I actually see them, and I don't know why this is.
I don't know how to deal with my mom's illness.
Getting sober is the best thing I've done for myself in 24 years.
I have big dreams. So big that they sometimes keep me awake at night. I mean, why do you think I drink so much coffee?
I almost got a nose job in 8th grade, post-7th-grade-bullying-massacre. My dad took me to the consultation. Before-and-After photos were processed with a virtual simulator. However, I did not go through with it. Obviously. And that's why I still snore (RARELY) and get asked if I'm Persian (A LOT).
I am legitimately turned off by poor grammar. I once dated a 26 year old dude who did not know the difference between your/you're and their/there/they're. The relationship only lasted a few months. But that was mostly because he was a compulsive liar.
Saying "fuck" or any other curse word out loud feels and sounds totally awkward coming from my mouth. I can only pull it off if I'm fucking angry.
I am just as happy going to the movies alone as I am going with a friend.
I used to have an eating disorder that brought me down to 100 pounds. I still find it miraculous that I can eat a pizza today with almost no regret whatsoever.
The best advice I've received this past year: Stay in the present.
I'm a huge dork. And if I feel comfortable with you, I'm an ever bigger one.
I am one poke away from deleting my Facebook account because it gives me a n x i e t y.
Speak your mind.