I try to pretend to be friendly, the act takes so much out of me. People say "be yourself" but if I was I wouldn't have a job.
I don't have a confession, cause lets face it - you already know I miss you. Probably more than you know, or are willing to admit.
Did I mention you suck?
Why does life bring...
I make up stories about random people and incorporate myself into them, it makes me get rid of boredom when I run out of ideas.
I am reading others confession so that I can prepare my own.
I am actually not getting words to start with.