Sunday Confessions: 4-13-25

"I still haven’t done my taxes."

Welcome to Sunday Confessions. Each Sunday through Sunday Scaries Instagram stories, readers submit their totally-anonymous confessions. Because sometime it just feels good to get off your chest.

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I’m just not good at reading physical books anymore. I hate admitting that but it’s true. I hate admitting even more that it feels like an attention span thing. But I do think I can train my brain out of it by sticking with it. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Ugh.

Now, for the rest of this week’s confessions.

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I’m not sure what this says about me, but my For You page on insta is just people eating food.

I liked a picture of a coworker on Hinge… he hasn’t replied and I will see him tomorrow morning.

i planned a trip knowing our other sister couldn’t go

Two weeks ago, I went on spontaneous weekend trip with a guy I barely knew. I play the weekend over in my head on an hourly basis.

Got a reservation for a top restaurant in New York for lunch but waited until dinner time to post so it looked more exclusive.

I secretly HATE that my best friend hangs out with a girl who had a falling out w me. She’s a c*nttttttt.

After the guy I’m seeing leaves my place I set aside the pillow he used so I can smell his scent on it throughout the week… I’m down so bad.

Obsessively checked his snap score all week seeing his points go up and ignoring me. Fuck you.

I hate him. But want to see him once more.

I definitely don’t plan on finishing the book club book. But I 100% plan on showing up to book club, acting like I read it, and drinking lots of wine.

I resent my husband on Masters weekend every year. There’s nothing comparable where it’d be acceptable for a woman to sit on her ass for 4 days. It’s such a gross double standard.

Had a sick make-out session with a man in his car in three different parking lots around town. We are both over 40. He made me feel 16 again.

He’s the best sex I’ve ever had, but the other is the best communication and eye contact I’ve ever had.

I wish I could last longer during sex with my girlfriend and my Instagram algorithm has somehow picked up on this, serving me a barrage of ads about it. Way bigger market than I realized.

I don’t really like my friends.

Two words: layover sex.

I think my work bestie is about to be fired. I'm going to burn down the company in his honor.

I don’t actually know how often I’m supposed to wash my bed sheets. But I’m ashamed to ask my friends because I feel like I should know by this point in my life.

When I’m on the clock at my current job I work on finishing my Masters degree for a different job in a different field because I absolutely hate my current job.

My MIL called me out for not watching the reels she sends me on IG. Said all I do is clear the notifications and like one or two to make it seem like I watched them. She was 100% right.

I think I have an addiction to trip taking. If I’m not traveling at least once per month, I’m antsy.

Sometimes I think I’m just waiting for my dog and grandma to die so I can start the life that I want.

I’ve been doing Duolingo for over a year and couldn’t carry a simple conversation in French if my life depended on it.

The amount of time I realize my underwear is on inside out mid-day is embarrassing.

None of my friends know I’m a trust fund baby. I don’t plan to ever say anything either.

sometimes when my boyfriend is away on a business trip, I completely shut off. I rot around the house, don’t speak aloud and love every minute. everything is clean and reset when he gets back.

I still haven’t done my taxes.

I am so sexually attracted to Rory Mcllroy because he looks like my boss.

UberEats sent me tiramisu instead of a side salad. I ate and then asked for a refund.

Been checking my situationship’s Snap score nonstop. I feel like an insane middle schooler. We’re both 30, way too old for this shit.

Second wedding invite. Being single sucks. Yay. Can’t wait to celebrate love.

My best friend’s wedding was on Saturday and she got so fucked up the night before that we nearly had to cancel it bc she couldn’t stop throwing up.

I always wonder what my life would look like if I had taken a gap year after college to work on a yacht in the Mediterranean or something instead of immediately diving into the corporate world.

Sobbed more at Rory winning than at my wedding.

Took Xanax for the first time this month and I love it.

I ran a marathon and pretend it’s no big deal but secretly love flexing it.

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