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ICT I feel so lucky to have the people in my life that I do. So much love, so much joy. I am a happy girl.
 
I confess my frustration at not being able to come up with new ideas myself. And that no one wants to play the pilots of giant robot gods....
 
okay. two tomb raider types, unlikely allies in a search for an ancient and powerful treasure. One of them holds the key to finding it, a linked artifact. The problem is, The artifact itself plays with the seekers dreams. And at night, when they are both sleeping, they enter into one another's dreams, and are subject to their sensuous subconscious fantasies.
 
ICT reading back through Hell makes me ever so squirmy...
IACT I am itching to step back inside...
IFCT I never thought I'd write such things :eek:

Last confession...fuck me, I'm tired!
 
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ICT reading back through Hell makes me ever so squirmy...
IACT I am itching to step back inside...
IFCT I never thought I'd write such things :eek:

Last confession...fuck me, I'm tired!
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ICT: It was fun as hell.

...pun completely intended.
 
I confess:

That I grew up beneath two working-class parents, two jobs a piece, who did the best they could with what little they had. Uneducated. Limited. No time for teaching, loving, or being there.

But they put food on the table. They took us from a rough place to a suburban one and what they didn't give us in love and attention they more than made up for in opportunity.

I confess that I grew up not knowing what poor was.

I confess that I learned that I was poor when we moved here.

I confess that I was ashamed of it for a long time.

I grew up in a place where kids were handed things. I grew up in a place where sports, birthday parties, sneakers, school lunches, ice cream, vacations, and eventually cars were things that everyone expected their parents to provide for them. I never had any of these given to me.

I confess that I was the only white kid in my grade school and I learned from an early age that racism runs both ways.

I confess that I learned that it's a small and ignorant and angry population of any race that lowers itself to that.

I knew what a BD was before most kids knew how to tie their shoes.

I confess that I've worked hard to put all of that behind me. Damned hard. I've saved, I've looked forward, and I've applied myself wholly into raising myself out of my home and away from the lifestyle my parents lived.

I confess that my sister and I both have intently attempted to go as far as we could with the opportunities we've been fortunate enough to have.

I confess that I'm as proud of her as I am proud of myself.

I confess that while we've worked our way into security, safety, and many of the things most of you will take for granted - I've never forgotten where I've come from or the sacrifices that I've had to make.

I believe that dedication, work, and mental toughness is all that someone needs to get where they want to get in life.

The rest is excuses.
 
I confess that I never thought this was a road I would be led down.

I confess that I never thought it would hurt this much.

I confess that I can't get through this on my own.
 
I'm jealous of my mother.


I also lied to someone.
It bothers me everyday that I did it. Everytime I see them, it tears at me. I want to say something, but don't know what I should say or how to do it. I'm sure they know as well, but they say nothing. I don't know what I would expect from the truth.... Relief? Doubtful.
The lie makes things easier, even if it hurts.
 
Ict I feel terrible today so many things going on it feels like I'm drowning.

ICT now I know what they mean when they say what goes around comes around.
 
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ICT no matter how hard I try I can't change anything and I feel more and more like what is broken cannot be fixed
 
I confess that I really can't stand my neighbors. They're rude, completely without a string of consideration for others around them. They live like fucking vampires, sleeping in all day and only come to life at night time. And they have young children there living like this, missing school constantly, and getting no fresh air.
It's wrong. Thankfully they're only renters, and on a yearly contract, and the owner wants them out then. Ignorant fuckers who are supported by the State and wouldn't know a days work if it got up and bit them on the arse.
 
ICT: I could not resist temptation. There were sales!!! I went to Walmart to buy mousetraps, a pair of slippers and a utensil tray and I came out with so much more.
 
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