confessions

I’ve hoped that every bike is carrying you.

My older friends make me feel less successful.

Despite what my friends and better judgment are saying, I’m not going to give you an ultimatum if it happens again.

Actually, I’m just as easy sober.

I totally can’t stop thinking about you.

Remember that day I gave you flowers? You got them because the girl I was going to give them to was out of town.

I pick at my scabs.

I lied. I wasn’t a virgin.

I love to listen to you.

Now you can send in your confessions. Email them to confessyourself.tumblr@gmail.com or click the “confess yourself.” link at the top of the page.

Your problems make me want you more.