Confession (12): If something's really really bugging me, I have no one to talk to. Sure, I have some other people, but when it comes down to it, I feel like I have no one to talk to because I know what they're going to say, so I don't bother talking to them.
Confession (13): Honestly, I wish something would happen to me when I walk home alone at 3AM, just to see if he would care.
Confession (14): I don't want to use the word love because then it would officially let me know what I already know... and let it be known to the person it most matters to.
Confession (15): I hate the "Photo Memories" side bar on Facebook because I take a look at it, and get really sad about some of those pictures.
Confession (16): I still text him when something's bugging me, and it calms me even though we don't talk about it and we're unable to hold a serious conversation. We both have no idea what's going on in each other's lives, but for some reason, I find comfort just in getting a text back from him.
Confession (17): I feel like lately I can't get my point across unless I swear because all my words aren't powerful enough. I still haven't sworn.
Confession (18): I hate hate hate the fact that I don't keep a journal anymore, especially since so much has happened since I stopped.
Note: I had part of this saved as a draft, so I just went with it. Actually posted: 10/3/10
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I'm sorry Jen you're going through a rough patch. I know I'm not much help because I'm horrible at giving advice, but if you do need someone to listen, I'm here. And don't ever wish for Confession (13). Of course he'd care.
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