Sometimes I feel like a a plastic bag drifting through the wind.

I beffed a hooker.

I slept with my 61 year old professor to pass the course. Based on her screaming and satisfaction I should have get a 20. I removed the dust from that old vagina.

I spent the last 6 months before coming to Leuven studying French to communicate with the natives.

I would feel so special if I were post #1000.

Read the first letter of every sentence of our previous post.

1000.
Never did we think this would turn out so huge.
Even with UGent and their article in the paper.
Visiting and working for this page was like a rollercoaster.
Every post was a new sensation, a new bump in the ride.
Reactions were starting to grow and grow.

Giving this page our attention was like caring for a little baby.
One mistake and the baby would be less healthy.
No, we tried our best to keep it alive, to satisfy our community.
Not a single confession was lied.
A few people even got mad about not posting theirs.

Great work, we thought, for only 4 guys.
If people were mad it was their fault for not being patient enough.
Verifying the fact that we did our best.
Every story must come to an end.

You must understand we have exams too.
Our grades may not suffer because of this responsibility.
Under other circumstances, we would have gone through with this.

Under other circumstances, we wouldn't have let you down.
Peace out.

999,5. "I think everyone is watching this page waiting for #1000.

If the admin stops at #999 I'll have a heart-attack.

If I stand up after two hours of studying, there's always a little bit of ass sweat on my chair.

I hope that the admin knows how high the expectations are for confession #1000.

I suspect that every few minutes there is no 'confession' posted, the administrator is just taking a piemelpauze.

I don't got piemelpauzes, I got studiepauzes.

I thought it was monday today. Appears I've already wasted 7 days of the blok instead of 3.

Thank you, KU Leuven Confessions, for making me feel normal and good about myself.