i don't know how to ride a bike.

i still care about my ex.

i secretly think that to my standards i'm nice looking - but say i'm not because i assume everyone else's standards are different.

i dance all the time to music in my house - but claim that i never dance. i guess the only way someone will find out is if they walk in on me.

i fear i'll spend the rest of my days alone and never mean everything to someone and that no one will mean everything to me.

anonymous posting is for people who have something to hide.

which is why i hide nothing from myself or others.

i dont know how to ride a bike
i'm still afraid of water and you'll only get me to swim in a shipwreck.
yes, that *is* dandruff on my head, not "blanket fuzz" (though soemtimes it's that too
i can't whistle but i can snap up a storm
i *so* totally get crushes on anime characters.
i think you're cute and want your hair.

i have more but i also know most people dont care.

I wonder about "What if" far more than is healthy.

I also wonder and worry over the "What ifs" too much. And over-analyze everything.

i what-if, overanalyze, and tend to form up these theories in my head to explain social situations which could easily be totally incorrect, yet i still think that i'm correct.

funny thing is, no one ever tells me they're wrong. they just get mad at me for making the assumptions....

I don't know how to ride a bike.

I don't like swimming.

I am terribly insecure, and tend to overanalyze every last thing.

I drink to relieve stress.

I hate a lot of things, myself the most.

I'm too overcontrolling of myself, and I miss out on lost opportunities because I'm afraid of getting hurt.

I don't look on the bright side of life often enough.

I still can't ride a bike.

I still don't have a driver's license.

I'm actually really shy when it comes to relationships, at least starting them.

I'm over you but it sucks that you weren't so nice to me the last time I saw you.

I'm sorry. I'm sure I didn't mean it...

a have a huge crush on a guy at school, and i have for years, but i'm shy and run away from him when he's near. he doesn't know i exist, but i guess that's ok, because i have a boyfriend.

"I am not afraid of death. I will tell her a story, and she will be kind to me." --Alexandre Dumas

Chris, I love you

It's too lonely sometimes, being a prisoner of my mind. No matter how much my worlds change, I only realize more poignently how the same they are. The skin around my is so soft, so solid, so interlanded with symbolism. And the urge to scratch through it, to find some tangible reassurance grows ever stronger. And I get scared.

i wish i could turn back time and stay in one frozen moment in his arms forever.