Truths:

I don't believe in god, but if I did, I would want to be jewish.

I hate my job, but am afraid to quit and do not want to get fired.

I feel like a joke amongst my peers.

I act stupid around guys I have feelings for.

I have no clue why I do the things I do.

I've never been in love. But i've told several boys I was in love with them.

I cry for attention.

I do a lot of things for attention.

I like cats more than I like the majority of humans on this planet.

I liked Twilight because it reflected my own inner thoughts and feelings about how relationships should be, not because it held any real literary value.

I wish I had money.

I wish I was talented.

I wish I was beautiful.

I wish I was tall, and that I had curves.

I judge people.

I hate people.

I hate me, sometimes.

awh fucking shit.

My boyfriend frequently bores the fuck out of me. Yet, I crave his approval and company. All he talks about is TV and playing video games. He would rather play them than be with me for a few hours. He doesn't talk to me. We make out, we joke around, we have fun and, I like him, but we cannot have a deep conversation about any subject.

Fucking conundrum. F U C K.

My screenplay is going nowhere. The whole fucking plot eludes me, all I can come up with is random situations involving the characters that are entirely based off of real people.

My Ex and one of my Ex Best Friends are dating, and actually, I think they are a very good match. Congratulations.

I want sex.

I want love.

I want a guy I can actually fucking talk to. I don't know if Will is that for me. I don't know what to do to get him to open up. He isn't stupid, by any means. I just don't know what I'm doing.