nachthound

Secrets made public:

Twice in my life I have been messed up enough to try to check out early. Once was a misfire and once my gun jammed. I no longer have any desire to leave and would now trust myself to own a gun again.

Underneath my confidence I am terrified of what people think of me. Now it only matters what one thinks.

I like the Bangles.

I have spent most of my life in fear of rejection of the opposite sex. I am not good at talking them. (now there is only one to worry about)

Success terrifies me.

I hate confrontation.

Sometimes I wish I was a girl so I could be a lesbian. (What man doesn't)

I don't know what to do anymore. I am out of solutions.