I have a confession:

I strive for perfection. And it stresses me out beyond belief.

I hate complaining, but I do it all time time. And it lowers my self-value when I realize I'm doing it.

I have secrets no one knows about. I doubt many ever will.

I want to be exotic. Exotic = wanted. I want to be wanted.

I think about so many blog entries before actually sitting down to write one - and not even that one makes it to the screen.

I need 8hrs of sleep a night.

I used to be part goth in high school.

I love holidays, but I don't care for celebrating them.

I could cuddle with anyone, anywhere, anytime with or without the romantic involvement.

I don't know how to do basic math.

I want to be eternal.

I want to rent a puppy. And buy a kitten.

I want, more than anything in the world, to be a mother.

I'm incredibly lazy.

I don't like to lie. And I'm really good at it.

I'm broke.

I think the sexiest thing anyone can have is knowledge. Knowledge creates confidence. And that combined with a little aggression will make you dynamic.

I love being a female.

I'm always cold and I'm always hungry.

I wish upon stars. Almost everyday. Always the same wish.

I've never told anyone that wish.