…used to cut and burn myself. I try to be really open about it, because hardly anyone talks about it. People are so uninformed; they think it’s for attention, and I can tell you straight up that it is not. Still, it scares the hell out of me to actually admit it to the world.

…am not religious — at all. I don’t believe in any kind of god, although sometimes I think there just might be a higher power. I do believe that your loved ones sometimes stick around to help you out or visit you one last time. I guess that’s similar to the angels some people believe in. I’m just not sure where they go after they’re done with you. Sometimes, it’s a little depressing.

…have a secret fear of people leaving me. This doesn’t just include my boyfriend suddenly breaking up with me or someone dying; when out shopping or even at home, I’m terrified that I’m going to get ditched. I don’t let anyone out of my sight.

…sometimes repeat things people say or copy things people do out of a compulsive urge to experience it for myself. One time while grocery shopping, Mike made a fingerprint in the dust on the shelf and I immediately did the same. He called me a copycat while I stood there trying to figure out why the hell I’d just done that.

…am really, really fucking weird. I don’t deny it. Everyone tells me I’m weird. Whatever. I guess it’s just one of my quirks.

…have thoracic outlet syndrome, with double crush syndrome. I probably don’t write about it enough. have chronic pain in my arms, which after four doctors is still undiagnosed.

…hate winter. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I want to move to Florida, but I’d probably have to go without Mike to make that dream come true.

…run a not-for-profit pen pal project for people with depression, called Letters of Love. It’s almost a year old and still running strong.

…am a total nerd. I love designing websites and coding everything by hand. I love to read and write. I miss playing video games all day. I collect comic books, dragons and other action figures. I am a huge fan of The Crow.

…am way too hard on myself. I tend to give myself a million projects at once with no hopes in ever completing them. Paradoxically, I can’t hold grudges against other people, even when they’ve screwed me over repeatedly. I’m just learning to get rid of the poison in my life.

Everyone else is doing it, so I figured why the hell not.