Confessions #Obsession
Facebook ex-stalking, Cookie Butter benders and a lipstick stash with its own closet. Anonymous confessions from people who cannot, will not, stop.
In public, I deplore Kim Kardashian. But in private, I am secretly obsessed.
I obsessively secretly stalk my ex-boyfriends on Facebook.
I am obsessed with Cookie Butter. Sometimes, I'll eat a jar in one sitting. Sometimes, two.
I couldn't pay my rent last month because of my obsession with buying Rebecca Minkoff purses. Just. Can't. Stop.
I can't help myself, but I have an obsession with correcting others' grammatical errors. Online, I'll search through the comments of articles just for the sole purpose of correcting the person who is using “their” and “they're” incorrectly.
I hate my cat. She is pure evil. Sometimes I obsess about the many ways she might go “missing.” Am I a bad person?
I have an unhealthy obsession with lipstick. With my collection, I could wear a different color each day of the year if I wanted to. It's so bad that my lipstick collection has its own closet.
I have an obsession with dolls. Like the really creepy, scare-the-shit-out-of-you kind.
From the MO print archive: this story first ran in The Supernatural Issue of Meets Obsession Magazine. The confessions were sent in anonymously and are printed as they ran.
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