POST SECRETS

I can keep a secret, just not my own. 

I'm a open book, but I wish I wasn't. I want to share when I shouldn't.

I could lay in bed all day if I let myself. I'm still in bed right now. 

I get mad at myself for not being creative, when I know I've got it in me.

I'm automatically drawn to shiny and sparkly things. Like a raccoon.

These are stolen from Post Secret, one of my favorite blogs: