I've secretly been a fan of your art since you started making videos three years ago.

I dip French fries into vanilla milkshakes and consider it a top-tier culinary achievement.

I let my group take the bad grade on a project because I refused to fix their lazy mistakes at the last minute.

I took extra change from a cashier who made a math mistake and didn't correct her because I needed gas money.

I took credit for our project at work even though you did most of the actual work.

I memorized your daily schedule so I can avoid running into you because my heart beats too fast when you look at me.

My parents told everyone my brother got a scholarship, but our grandparents paid his tuition out of their retirement fund.

I never got to tell my grandfather that I took his advice about going to college before he passed away.

I laugh at jokes I don't understand during group hangouts just so people won't look at me awkwardly.

My parents think I gave my old guitar away to a music school, but I secretly kept it stored in my closet.

I found a diamond ring in a hotel room five years ago and sold it to pay my rent instead of turning it in.

I almost told my parents about our relationship and then decided against it because they would hate each other.

I listen to 10-hour loops of medieval tavern music while doing my weekly household chores.

I lied about my college graduation year on my resume to hide a two-year employment gap.

I deleted my Facebook account because seeing people my age buying homes made me too depressed to function.