Sometimes I wish that I was Catholic, so that I could confess to someone, but I’m a Godless heathen, so I’ll just do it here:

– I’m a cocaine junkie. Have been for years. I became addicted to cocaibe after I, ironically lost my boyfriend to suicide, which was caused by cocaine-related psychosis. I am a nicer daughter, better colleague and a nicer citizen when I’m on coce, so no, I don’t feel guilty. Cocaine made me a better person. Hell, I’m on it right now. Can you tell?
– I’m an alcoholic.
– Freud would have fun with me. I didn’t have my dad when I grew up, and according to my shrink, that’s the reason that I sleep around. I also desperately try to win my dad’s approval by bringing home men that share his interests and ambitions. And no, he doesn’t like me any better for it.
– My dad beats me and physically threatens me, but honestly, it IS my own fault. I provoke him and I hurt him with my words.
– I pick my nose, and eat it too.
– When I’m not drinking, using coce, or gaining approval, laughter and intimacy from people that I love (or people that I am sleeping with), I feel worthless, and I just wanna crawl into my bed and die.
– My life is going nowhere; I have no ambitions.
– I hate all of the following people: Christians, Muslims, Messianic Jews (f****** traitors), racists, republicans, liber-f******-tarians, racists, homophobes, Greenpeace activists (you’re not selfless, you’re doing this for yourself), men who hate women, women who hate men, women who hate other women and call them names like ‘s***’ and ‘w****’, men who spend their whole f****** life at the gym and expect me to worship their c***, people who don’t eat food that they like when they’re not fat.

That’s it for now.