Hi. As you all know, my name is Cambria.
I almost never use a knife. My room is only clean when I do laundry. It takes me 5003982.3279 times longer than a normal human to write a paper. My nails aren't very healthy. I still sleep with stuffed animals. I love my dog more than I love anything else in the world. I'm actually extremely shallow. I have a really big problem with rules. Not following them, just that they have to be there in the first place. I had a partying phase during which, I never actually did any partying. I don't have a favorite color. Words aren't my first choice in expressing myself. I make excuses. I used to play the piano. I really do love, and love hard, I just can't figure out how to show it. My best friends are way better best friends than your best friends are. I spend way more time in front of a mirror than I'd like to admit. I want commitment but don't know how to commit. Family is not a priority for me, never has been. I have a hard time grasping that people don't all think like me. I can be a total asshole sometimes. I'm lazier than you would believe. I feel like I've been living for 5+ years longer than I actually have. Independent does not even begin to cover me. I really like Fallout: New Vegas. I grew up playing Zelda: Ocarina of Time. There should be a degree for social networking, cause I would get it. I secretly love history. My home is wherever I can be happy. I have this crazy dream of being a poor art student. I swear, any artistic talent I have, is only evident on Mondays. One time, I did a stipple drawing of a boys face.. It was really awkward afterward. Fact: I'm still in my work uniform, and it's 12:41 a.m. I'm pathetic. I own way too many pairs of shoes. I really like it when people still call me Cambria, even after they've known me for a while. My favorite movies aren't comedies. I love long, late night talks on the phone. I have this problem, where I get along with people too well. I don't like to eat sometimes, and other times, I can't stop. I really.. really like kissing. I'm the world's worst text-backer. Usually, I'm the only one who laughs at my jokes. Sometimes, I get super pissed off at the radio for ruining songs that I liked before they were mainstreamed. I love cuddling, especially with guys who wear sweaters. No matter how many times I tell myself, "this is just a fling," I still end up getting very attached.

Confession hour. 2011.