Confession #59: When I’m bored, I like matching songs with books.

My first match was Looking For Alaska with Transatlanticism by Death Cab For Cutie.

I have a lot of John Green/Death Cab matches.

Paper Towns-Passenger Seat

The Fault In Our Stars-What Sarah Said

An Abundance Of Katherines- You Can Do Better Than Me

Confession #58: I believe humans are innately evil.
Confession #57: I have serious authority figure issues.

Confession #56: I hate when people say One Direction have no talent and are just auto-tuned queers. Please go 30 seconds into this video. It’s not auto-tune. It’s something called HARMONIZING which, in turn, takes talent. So sure, you may not like them because their hype and fans are annoying as fuck. But they’re talented, funny, good-looking, and humble since they’re new to the fame scene. Deal with it. They’re not perfect, but chances are, the people judging them aren’t either.

Also, calling them auto-tuned queers, is extremely homophobic and judgemental. And when gay people bash them by calling them gay? Makes so much sense. Let’s put down people we don’t even know for being famous and because they can’t hear us. In fact, they can hear you. They see when people bash them everywhere online. They’re not above human emotion. Hate hurts, no matter how famous a person is. Prime example: in Harry’s interview, he tears up because of all the hate he gets online. Okay. So please, let’s keep condemning them for being human. It makes everyone feel so much better. I hear bashing One Direction ALSO cures cancer….

Wankers.


Confession #55: I just want you to know…

Pushing people away by pretending to place my feelings and thoughts elsewhere has been a reflex and my strongest defence for as long as I can remember.

But I’m going to try really hard to change that about myself for you.

So in advance, thank you for putting up with me . 

Confession #54: I want my relationship with my mother to be so much better than it is.

It’s not bad, but it’s not good either. It’s…dry.

The problem is that I find it extremely difficult becoming closer with an almost 60 year old, old-fashioned, bible-thumping, racist homophobe.

But I guess shit happens.

Confession #53: This happens with almost every book I read.

I’m not a slow reader, but a slow finisher. 

I blaze through the beginning and middle, but when I get close to the end,

I stop.

I don’t want it to end. So I put it off. Read only little by little.

No matter how much I want to read the resolution of the conflict, seek closure, and begin anew,

I savour each chapter, each page, each word

as if it were the last thing I was ever going to read.

Ever.

Confession #52: I kissed a girl. And I liked it. Like, REALLY liked it.
Confession #51: I don’t do mornings. But I would suck it up, if that meant me getting to text you ‘Good morning beautiful’ every morning.
Confession #50: I spit in this bitchy customer’s frozen yogurt yesterday at work.

This is my 50th confession, so I thought I’d make it a good one.

She was a huge bitch.

Confession #49: I LOVE LOVE LOVE oldies music with a fiery passion.

I may not have been alive to experience the music first-hand, but this type of music was my childhood. Every Sunday morning driving to church with the family, it would be TheTemptations, Frankie Valli The & Four Seasons, Frank Sinatra, Otis Redding, The Beach Boys, The Supremes, Herman’s Hermits, Smokey Robinson, The Ronettes, Diana Ross, Buddy Holly, The Drifters, Tom Jones, The Archies, Chuck Berry, Elvis Presley, The Beatles…

I wish I lived in the ’50s and ’60s just to experience the music. 

Confession #48: I’m not ready for the real world. Whatever that is.
Confession #47: I am the photobomb master of the universe.