I think crying is for wimps – I only ever remember crying about four times in my life.
I get very seriously offended when people don’t believe what I say or call me a liar.
I was pleasantly corrupted by an 11year old girl when I was 9.
I’ve a deep passion for 80′s music. I’m almost a male version of those burnt out 80′s chick you still see walking around with big hair and leggings on.
I don’t like my smile and have only ever seen three photos of myself smiling which I liked.
I miss rollerblading to work in London.
I get hot under the collar when I smell pumpkin and apple cinnamon candles (both at the same time).
I feel horrible waking up if I sleep more than four hours a night.
I used to have a recurring dream where I could hover / fly horizontally about three feet off the ground by jumping into the air and straightening out, and have always wanted to see if I could, but am too afraid of breaking bones.
Most of the time I successfully handle emotional problems by ignoring them. Dealing with them head-on doesn’t work for me. If I just ignore something I’m all good!
I’ve gone hungry more than once so I could lend a friend $10 to buy tampons.
I think drug dealers of any sort are unpleasant people who deserve a bullet and a ditch.
I get irritated when people act surprised when they learn I’m half black.
Forgiveness is not in my nature. I can let things slide, but I don’t forgive and never forget.
I don’t love often but when I do I fall like a ton of bricks – it’s all or nothing.
I fall in love far easier than I fall out of love.
I’ll forever be ashamed that I once told my mother her hair was embarrassing me when she visited me at More House about 15 years ago.
I want to do extremely harmful things to my high-school bully Anthony Marr.
EVERYONE who’s ever done me wrong in my life has been female – with the obvious exception of that silly person Charlie Hursey.
I very badly want more children, even though common sense is telling me I shouldn’t yet.
I dwell on the past about 10 hours out of every day.
All I ever want now a child, a house made out of bricks, and a kickass Yamaha Clavinova piano.
I feel most comfortable when I’m sad – it’s what I’m used to.