Here goes!

  • I am left-handed. I was afraid of being left-handed while I was in elementary and middle school. People always told me I would die 10 years earlier than everyone else, and honestly, I think it scarred me a little. I never told anyone I was left-handed unless they saw me writing. I always batted right-handed, threw right-handed, everything. I hated standing out in gym class and other class that involved left-handers doing something "the other way". Now, I'm proud to be a leftie.
  • I have been told by many people such as my dad's friends that I am more mature than many adults they know.
  • I have a really really really strong bond with my cell phone. I just recently went through three days without it while we got new phones and a new plan, and it was REALLY hard, lmao.
  • I have a crush on my dad's best friend, whom is 42. He is one of the most amazing people I have ever met, and I can talk to him about anything. He almost always can make me smile, and he can make me laugh when I'm in the worst mood. Sometimes, his actions give way to me thinking he likes me too. He's married with 3 kids of his own, three states away, and has two step-children. His picture is in my signature.
  • I bite my nails AND the skin around my nails. My fingers are AWFUL. I actually had the photographer tell me in 4th grade that my hands couldn't be in the picture because I bite them too much.
  • I am a cutter, and have been for months. I'm somewhat ashamed to admit it, because I know how hard it is for people to understand. Me telling you this is not any form of a "plea for attention" or me "trying to be cool" or "wanting to be different". It's a confession. No one knows except my best friend, and that's because she does it too. I cut when I'm angry with myself or frustrated, and it comes in many forms, from simple things like digging my nails into the palms of my hands or hitting something, to shards of glass. I am extremely ashamed to admit this to you all. Cutting seems like the answer to your problems at the time, and even after you do it, it seems okay. But nearly every time after I've cut, I feel guilty. I feel guilty that I've done it this last time. It's like a horrible addiction that I can't stop.
  • I love bracelets. I'll have a bajillion on at a time if I can.
  • I am a people-pleaser. I never put myself first. I always try to make those around me happy before I make myself happy. I simply CANNOT put myself first, or even STAND UP for myself if it will make someone else I care about unhappy. Like the cutting. I could never tell ANYONE because I know they would be devastated and it would kill me.
  • Going along with that, I'd rather buy other people things than indulge myself in something I really want.
  • I have this black zip-up sweater that I wear ALL THE TIME. Whether it's -30 degrees or 104, I'll have my sweater.


This list could go on for miles, I'll stop for a while, lmao.