I confess... her royal highness the holy terror Peppa is... well... a holy terror tonight. She did puppy 500s all through the house when I got home.
I confess... I'm dead on my feet, yet not tired.
I confess... I have a lot on my mind.
I confess... I just remembered it's Mom's birthday.
I confess... I just rubbed my head, thinking aww shit.
I confess... my determination is getting a bit stronger.
I confess... this road I'm preparing to embark on can be scary and exciting.
I confess... Peppa just lunged from across the room with her rope, spun it in the air, and came towards me and all I could say was "oh no."
I confess... I do talk out loud, even if no one's there.
I confess... the program I wish to enter will potentially be very difficult to enter.
I confess... that makes me nervous.
I confess... I was much relieved when I realized most of the first year was stuff I would need even if I didn't get accepted.
I confess... my anger has 90% died, and for that, I'm grateful.
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