Confessions (It's Not Horrible!)

None of these confessions are horrible, they are just stupid things that I lied about when I was younger.

Confession 1:

When I was 12 years old, I broke my mothers vase. And I lied and I said that it was my cat. I told my mother a couple years after it happened, she just laughed it off (sorry mom!)

Confession 2:

When I was 13, I was out with friends at the mall, I lived like 30-40 minutes away from the mall we were hanging out at. I was lucky to even be going out that weekend. And at this mall, I was screaming (like middle schoolers do in public spaces) I regret it a little bit, but I still think it's a funny story, as I got banned from the mall for 6 months rightfully so.

Confession 3

When I was a little bit mentally ill, for a short period of my life I suffered from depression (around 2 months) and during this 2 month period, I would go to a therapist, which helped A LOT. But one day when I "went" I skipped therapy because my friends wanted to go to Starbucks and hang out there for a little bit, and this Starbucks was right by the therapy building (or whatever the facilities called) I would pretend that I went, even though I never did. Don't do the things said on this page please! It's absolutely ridiculous skipping therapy, as the Therapist is supposed to help you, and you shouldn't be skipping it. I have yet to tell my mom about this story.

Confession 4

This one is a little bit embarassing, but I'l put it here anyway.
So for a little bit, I DISLIKED The Beatles, as I've heard about John Lennon saying that The Beatles were "More popular than Jesus", Growing up in a Christian household, you could have imagined how infuriated I and my family were, The Beatles were banned from the house for a short period, and by the way, this all happened in the Primary School. So, recently after this ban on The Beatles records, at school I would pretend that I had murdered John Lennon, it's one of my deepest regrets and I feel absolutely stupid on how none of my family members understood what he mean't. (THIS ALL HAPPENED IN THE GRADE 1)

Confession 5

When I was 11 years old, I got my first Bass Guitar for my birthday. I played it like like crazy I got really good at it, until I shredded one of the strings right off, which I didn't even know was possible. I hid the guitar in my closet and it remains in there to this day. I told my parents about it like a week ago and they've ordered a new string