after a few drinks, while driving home, i called him.
nothing, just casual talk...

I saw him yesterday... And I did fantasize.
What have I missed?
I don't love him, just a fantasy

Confessions

I just finished a book, and then I thought to myself. In life, everyone has something done wrong, something they wished they had done, something they regret not doing. I guess everyone needs to confess, but to who? Is there anyone they can trust? Is there anywhere else either than the church? The temples?

And a confession needs to be acknowledged, needs to be read, needs to be seen. If it's not, it's called a secret and not a confession.

Then I thought to myself, I will never confess. Never. So I can only have secrets, or maybe one fine day, someone get to this blog, then these will turn into Confessions...

I was reading http://postsecret.blogspot.com when I saw this post. I'm afraid in 33 years time from now, I have the same thought...