Things about me you might not probably don't know:
I'm afraid of answering machines, leaving messages on them.

I'm afraid of knives, especially when people are holding them in the same room I'm in.

I'm afraid of using the oven. I don't know why. It's a gas oven and I'm always afraid it'll blow up or I'll burn myself.

I'm afraid of being in the bathroom with the shower curtain closed. It makes me think that someone is hiding in the bathroom and will jump out and kill me.

I'm afraid of walking into the bathroom and finding someone (my mom usually) dead in the bathtub.

Most of the time, I eat the food on my plate in alphabetical order. If I don't, I freak out and rename the food. The other day, we were eating turkey and corn and mashed potatoes and stuff for dinner. I ate my corn and then my turkey and freaked out because I ate my T before my M. My dad told me they were whipped potatoes and it was all okay.

I crack my jaw when I'm thinking or bored.

When I'm nervous, I play with my earlobe.

When I don't want to tell you something or I'm lying, I won't look at you and I'll say, "I don't know."

I'm always tired.

I usually don't fall asleep in school. This is the first year I have.

I usually don't do my homework. This year is the first in a while that I'm actually doing it.

I think my brother is obsessive-compulsive or at least slightly.

I'm always cold.

I don't sweat.

My feet and hands are always cold.

I'm always hungry.

I don't eat at other people's houses.

I don't remember what my aunt Patty's voice sounded like anymore.

I don't care about money. I generally give it away to people randomly. I hate spending money and only spend it on other people.

If I could, I wouldn't change anything about myself.

My biological clock is ringing. I can't wait until I'm mature enough to have a baby and start a family.

I get a bloody nose everytime I play basketball.

My mom has some bad hormone balance and is on uppers. It scares me.

I'm afraid of my sister growing up to the age and place I am in life now. It's horrible, high school, teenage years... It's the worst time in my life and I can't wait until it's gone.

I was a cheerleader for the basketball team in my elementary school here in Michigan.

My mom and I dance in the kitchen sometimes.

I can't remember the last time my parents have slept in the same bed.



That's all I can think of right now but there's probably a lot more.

I love you all.

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