Not quite as bad as Harry’s but bad. I can control it somtimes, but others not.

Ugly, fat, mean, whatever. Call me those, fine. But I will never tolerate being called stupid. Crazy is okay when it’s in a joking situation, but I can react badly to hearing, ‘you’re crazy.’

But I’m still always a little afraid that new acquaintances won’t like me and not want me to talk to them.

This was back when I was a severe self-harmer.

Which actually means a chronic fungal infection of the skin…but I don’t like to call it that because it sounds disgusting, doesn’t it? It just means I have blotches and spots on my skin that are tan where I’m white, and white where I’m tan.

Even if one day I want to, I don’t want to get married until there is Marriage Equality throughout all of the US.
Why should I be able to if there are people who can’t? 

Though, I will admit…I, too, make mistakes.

I love cats so much.

I wouldn’t advise it, it’s not fun. I was really dumb for doing it.

And I hate it, it’s scary.

And I’m really proud of that, even though it’s all I want to do sometimes.