How could there be more to confess?
Another selection from the confessional under our staircase.
I brought my GF here to break up…
You’re pregnant with the Antichrist.
You still owe me $600! and I still hate you!
He owes me $2000!
VENMO CHARGE THESE ASSHOLES
stole my bike!
Wow He owes me 300 + interest. But who’s counting
I’m counting!
I dated this guy for about 9 months…We met at a salvation army where he was there for being an alcoholic and I just worked there. 9 months later he’s in jail and I am broken hearted.
On our first “date” you asked me what I wanted in a man. I told you fidelity, passion and a protector. You embodied ALL of these things…I fell for you instantly. I suppose it’s my fault that I didn’t say “I need TRUTH”.
I love you. And you’re married.
To my parents,
I hope you seek help, but only on your own. I won’t try to change you. My therapist said that I would never know what your relationship was truly like and that I should accept that you’ve made your choices.
To my brother,
When you came out, it shocked me. I still love you. I hope that whatever guy or girl you are with treats you right. You deserve it.
Just stop with the corny jokes. Please…They’re PUN-bearable!
To Katy,
You used me. I know you did. You didn’t admit it, so I’ll be cursed with never actually knowing for sure. However the evidence is there and you’re clearly guilty.
Sincerely,
The roommate of the guy you dated.
