I confess I hate the sound of people eating. Or tapping. Or breathing.
I confess that I will probably be one of the nicest, sweetest people you know, but boy do I have a temper.
I confess that I work myself sick. I always overwork myself because I'm too proud to ask for help.
I confess that I don't trust ANYONE to feed my horse. I'm always afraid they won't soak it right and he'll choke and die. PARANOID HORSE MOMMY YEAH.
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