Confession Time!

However bad your procrastination is, mine is worse. I have over a day of backed up assignments that I’m STILL not doing.

I usually just say “eh I’ll do it on the (last available time)” and it works out mostly

I can also be a bit of a pessimist, though I’d say that it’s actually helped me in some situations.

I’m trying to think of everything I’ve done that could work as a confession… Issue is, there’s a bit too much LMAO

I think I’ll go with the fact that I’m romantically involved with a 20-year-old. I’m 16

Without making this thread too dark or even getting locked, dog you’re getting groomed

learned to do that about 4-5 months ago

:+1:
sounds good

I never learned how to tie my shoes, Velcro is simply superior in literally every way

Listen, I’m not going to jump to conclusions about people of a singular message. That said, there is a massive change in experience and wisdom when someone goes from their teens and into their twenties. This creates a relationship with a fundamental imbalance of power.

Please be careful.

oh…! you might want to leave that 20 year old :smiling_face_with_three_hearts:

same i guess but when they’re no longer useful

dang i should do this (taking notes) to my friends

When I was like 4-6 at the time and I was playing in a kiddie pool with the dog I got for my recent birthday, I then decided to hold his head under the water until my brother ran from the house to stop me

yo what… :sob::pray:

I have 30 pages of work (each) in 4 different subjects remaining which I had to submit last week, and I’m still not doing it

… one hundred and twenty pages?

Even for a writing-heavy class that sounds like a bit much.

What in the Epstein Island did I just read? :sleeper:

May as well add a real confession again: I actually have a really hard time being nice to people I don’t know very well

Makes me all uncomfortable and icky + I tend to believe most people just automatically not like me so I make the most of it by giving them a reason not to :hugs:

Matey… what?

Anyway, light-hearted confession: I don’t remember my parents’ birthdays, and only managed to remember my older sister’s around the time that Covid hit.