Confessions Are Good For The Soul

bright_arrow · 11-24-2010, 01:18 AM

I confess that my constant fatigue lately is bugging me. Winter is coming, and with financial restraints and Christmas and birthdays, I worry that I am sinking into a bit of depression. I am in denial and just chalking it up to my poor diet and seemingly endless medicines.

I confess that the sole reason I come home for lunch is not to see my kitties or eat lunch, but to spend an extra twenty minutes with the person that I love.

I confess that I worry I am failing and no one will tell me I am failing.

I confess that pessimistic is contagious and I feel it creeping over me.

I confess sometimes I have to will my mouth shut to keep brutal honesty from coming forth.

I confess that being a college drop out, having no savings and working a part-time retail job makes me feel like a loser, and that's putting it lightly. Just admitting that brings tears that I won't let you see.

I confess that I keep a diary of my doubts and worries and mushy romantic feelings to try and keep it from overloading my mind.

I confess that I just want love more than anything in the world.

I confess that I have confessed too much.

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11-24-2010, 01:18 AM	#7
bright_arrow ☆ the stars are aligned ☆ How Do You Identify?: one queer mama Preferred Pronoun?: she/her Relationship Status: married to my Boo Daddy <3 Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: nor cal Posts: 2,910 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,644 Thanked 9,363 Times in 2,296 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	I confess that my constant fatigue lately is bugging me. Winter is coming, and with financial restraints and Christmas and birthdays, I worry that I am sinking into a bit of depression. I am in denial and just chalking it up to my poor diet and seemingly endless medicines. I confess that the sole reason I come home for lunch is not to see my kitties or eat lunch, but to spend an extra twenty minutes with the person that I love. I confess that I worry I am failing and no one will tell me I am failing. I confess that pessimistic is contagious and I feel it creeping over me. I confess sometimes I have to will my mouth shut to keep brutal honesty from coming forth. I confess that being a college drop out, having no savings and working a part-time retail job makes me feel like a loser, and that's putting it lightly. Just admitting that brings tears that I won't let you see. I confess that I keep a diary of my doubts and worries and mushy romantic feelings to try and keep it from overloading my mind. I confess that I just want love more than anything in the world. I confess that I have confessed too much.