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Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been 353 days since my last confession.

I live in the past. I try to hold every memory from every friendship and lover, regardless of how mangled it is.

I very rarely have the desire to see things through, though I love to plan them.

I like it when a fountain pen leaks on my fingers.

I am easily bored and emit nothing but an annoying "uh-huh… uh-huh" when I am.

I am easily amused and get very excited and loud when I am.

"Fire in Cairo" by The Cure is still one of my favorite songs.

I get very upset when my train of thought is interrupted.

Somehow, in the back of my head, I still believe if she would give me a chance, we would work out.

I have a tendency to become infatuated with under-aged girls before I know how old they are.

I have no tolerance or respect for people who are incapable of thinking things through.

I am lazy.

I don't get enough exercise.

I don't follow my own advice.

I masturbate almost daily, regardless of sexual content or activity being present in my life.

Often I am regarded as a man who has thought things through when, many times, I make it up as I go along.

I have slept with someone out of sympathy. It was horrible.

I am assertive when I know I have more experience in a given subject, yet am very shy when it is possible that I don't.

The last time I passed by that hill in Denton I thought of you and the afternoon we spent on that hill smoking cigarettes in the sun. And I still have the poem you wrote me, coffee stains and all.

Oftentimes I dream of a life very unlike the one I am living.

I still remember every detail about the best sex I have ever had.

I still remember my first kiss.

I spend money with reckless abandon.

I never lie, but sometimes I don't tell the whole truth.

I have a short temper, though I hide it well.

I get very annoyed at people who insist on subtly showing off at every chance they get.

I have a hard time staying on track.

When I am interested in something, it is very difficult to distract me.

I have never had a wet dream.

Without external motivation, I have a hard time completing menial tasks.

I have a tendency to see the good in people that don't deserve it.

I don't see my friends often enough.

People have a hard time making me happy, because I don't know how to make myself happy.

I would be more content with my job if I enjoyed the company there.

I am always late for work.

I try to present more of every trait than I actually posses, be it intelligence, creativity, sympathy, concern, or understanding.

I don't care about the fact that Korean's eat dog.

I believe in a woman's right to choose.

I hate abusive men and, even more so, abusive women.

In all regards of my life, I only clean up those things that people can see when they aren't looking too hard.