I have made a descision. I am going to tell nothing but the truth here. no lies, no secert identities, no hiding behind screens and comments and texts. I will say what I think, admit what I have done, and let that shell I live in fall away in this world of ones and zeros.

I am a thief. I have stolen in the most basic sense of the word. Small change, food, nothing too big, but I have stolen. It makes me feel sick, sometimes, that I do these things, but I do them anyway.

I am fat. I am not plump, heavy, chubby, or any other nice word people have come up with. I AM FAT. I am 59" high and wheigh 168 pounds. I don't have self control, and I live for the warm gooey feel of melted chocolate on my tounge. I'm working on it, but progress is slow. I hope, one day, that I will be able to look at a scale and be proud of what I see.

I am independent. I have never truly belived in the God the Bible has described. I have never understood the point of knowing what clothes were in style, and to this day I don't get the point of texting or twitter. I read novels while others chat in the lunchroom.

I am not good at making friends. It rare for me to find someone who thinks the way I do, and who understands the way I feel. I'm stll learning how to start a conversation, and I haven't perfected the art of organizing events. Some days I'm a clingy mess, and other I get furious at poeple trying to make any sort of contact.

I am lazy. I hate exsersize, and I will probably never enjoy it. My idea of a good day is sitting with a good book or surfing the web. I do enjoy going outside, some days, and I am starting to find positive things about the activity.

Thats all I've been wanting to say out loud for a while.