Confessions.

I secretly love shirts with raibows on them.
I often take photos of myself to check out my hair, or to document an emotion.
I wish I were rich so I could run off somewhere warm and be alone.
I would like to set up my fishtank, but I'm afraid the fish will all die.
I am afraid I am making big mistakes in my life.
I am too afraid to do it any other way.
I am afraid of hurting people.
I like horses but don't want to admit it.
I also like dogs, but don't want to admit that either.
I eat snow, just not the yellow stuff. It tastes different than it used to.
I like pink, the color.
I also like metallic blue, with sparkles.
I wish glitter prints would come back in style.
I'm crush happy. In the sixth grade I realized I had had a crush on EVERYONE in my class, at one point or another.
Including the teacher.
I want to be pure of heart.
I want to be honest.
I want to dance.
The last time I laughed until it hurt, it hurt really bad. I think I am out of practice.
I like icecicles. Even if it means we have an insulation problem.
I like ivy on my house, even if it eats at the morter.
I miss my old dog, Graybee, I miss Cricket, I miss Leela. I miss Muma Kitty. I miss my tarantula, Bob. I miss my hen, Crippily.
I miss warmth from the sun on my legs.
I miss kittens.
I miss drinking from mason jars.
I want more bird feeders.
I want to live simply.
I want more time with my friends.
I think tumbleweeds are poetry in motion.
I think poetry seperates us from chimps.
I think chimps are cute.
I want to go to the melting pot, even if it takes three hours.
I want warmth. I want strength. I want patience.
I think birds are beautiful, amazing creatures.
I think toads are adorable, too.
I secretly stole and ate one of Gwen's candies on her desk, and
I am secretly hoarding three chocolate bars in my freezer at home.