Confessions two

[Noellevious]

I feel left out 'cause I wasn't in version one of this thread.

I don't trust anyone.

I want to hug fbd.

I don't know how to ride a bike.

I've passed that five hour driving course, but a paralizing fear of running over a child (it's always a child) keeps me from pursuing my license any further.

I might be a credit or two shy of graduating in June, and I've zeroed in on the people who can help me (unethically) and am fully prepared to manipulate them into aiding me.

Once, a guy grabbed the back of my head and tried to force me into a bobbing motion. I held him down on a table and beat him about the head as his friends cheered. That's the only real non family physical altercation I've ever gotten into.

I wished there was a way for me to go back in time and live my life in such a way that my mother would always be proud of me but my father would always be pissed.