i admit...i like to confess

i dropped my sandwich on the floor face down and still ate it. i'm scared of the dark. every time i get in the elevator with a group of strangers i wonder what they would be like in bed. actually i wonder that about every person i see at least one time or another. sometimes i turn my phone off when my friends call because i just don't want to hear anything they have to say. i feel like crying when i see road kill. i still dream that one day i will be famous. i believe in magic and faeries and the goodness of mankind. when i was four i saw a woman with boobie tassels on Taxi and begged my grandma to buy me a pair- i was mesmerized by the way she made them twirl. the day i heard my step-father died was one of the happiest days of my life. i know it bothers my girlfriends when i don't wear a bra. sometimes this is the only reason i have for not wearing one. i burnt my hands in the fire because i was trying to scoop out a moth before it died. i didn't learn to ride a bike until i was 6 and i was ashamed to tell anyone that until just now. i read the last chapter to see how things turn out. when people say i'm sweet or pretty it makes me happy. i ate an entire sheet cake every day for six months. i can tell when people are lying and most of the time i let them. when i eat apples i eat the core too because there are starving people in Africa. i think babies smell like bleach. i never wanted to get married because i didn't think i could love someone for the rest of my life. now i know i was wrong.