I admit it.......

I admit I will try NOT to have another crush, it hurts :|

 

I admit it, I think about myself to much and need to remember that its not all about me.

 

I'll admit it, I don't know where my life is going.

 

I admit it.. Cockroaches used to scare the fuck out of me. It was the only thing I was ever afraid of (not counting as a child)

 

I admit it... I lie, and I'm terrible at it.

 

I admit it: I'm nuttier than a pecan pie. I know there's a line between eccentricity and insanity, and I'm so close to it that I can't tell which side I'm on.

 

I admit it, I've typed and deleted something here about a dozen times. Maybe I'm taking it too seriously. I also just keep wanting to say something about someone who could theoretically see this at some point and would totally know who I am, and that would be bad.

 

I'll admit it, I'm still in mourning, even though I tell everyone I'm not

 

I admit it, I'm very hurt that no one realizes how much my aspergers affects my life. Like getting bad grades, and being so afraid of talking, to people, about feelings, and things that bother/upset me so that I can't get help. I've actually been in intense pain(physical, and mental), holding back tears and said 'I'm fine', more times than I can count, and they've believed me every single time.

I think I'm only capable of posting this because it's not in person.

 

I admit it: I walk the confident walk in my life, schooling, etc, but inside I feel like I don't understand anything at all.

Also, I may love my cats more than I love most people.

 

I Admit It... I sometimes allow people to ruin themselves, just so I may come in and 'save the day', even when I could prevent it, because I know they have to be wrecked first, before they will listen.

I set several of my goals too high on purpose, because my ego needs to be kept in check, which is difficult due to a high (but not flawless) success rate, and having impossible goals doesn't allow me to become painfully arrogant, with racked up success after success.

 

I admit it, I put on a brave and confident face to the world but really I'm weak and very insecure.

 

I admit it...... I hate myself. Everything about myself. The only thing I don't dislike is that I'm gay. I wish I was born in a different body. I cry myself to sleep hating myself. I get jealous of other men very easily. Maybe so much as to call me a man hater. I'm scared of being alone, Not wanted, and Deserted. So much that it makes me want to off myself to end it all.

 

I admit it, I am such a tremendously lethargic slacker that I say I'm going to do all these great things with my writing and then I just go procrasturbate. A lot of the time that's what I do here on these forums.

 

(random middle-of-the-night need more sleep admission)

I admit it, I wish I was a girl.

But not enough to label myself transgender, and certainly not enough to remotely consider ever trying to transition or even present myself as a girl.....
or am I just afraid to do so?... =/

 

I admit it, everytime I hear Poison by Alice Cooper on the radio I just need to drop everything and rave a little..

 

I admit it, I read fanfics all the time, especially the ones with lot of fluffs and angst and crack and adventures...used to read smut but now skip it.

 

I admit it. I don't try as much as I should.

I guess I'm just not made for that kind of thing.

 

I admit it I am gay.

Sorry couldn't help myself