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Secret: I have no self-esteem in myself on anything. I don't have talents that are special, I always think that I'm not included when peers gather in groups. I need a friend as some sort of "bonding link" to help me get myself together.

Example: Let's say Cleo, Miss, Shae, and Kats were in a group and I was part of it. I suddenly feel like:

a) I don't belong there.

b) Maybe if I left the group would be an indifference in my leaving, thus making me have no self worth.

c) maybe they intentionally want me to get away, so I would now consider myself an "interference" and go from the group if that's their wishes.

But once I leave, I

Secret: Once I dislike someone, I never really get over it, even if I tell them that I have.

Just to clear things up, I don't hate Christians. I just don't believe them. I believe that they believe it, so it's true for them, just not for me. That is all.

The last time I cleaned my room, it was because I was going home for winter break.

I haven't yet told my parents that I'm going to drop Physics tomorrow.

I would go into medicine if I didn't have a certain apathy for prolonging human life. The way I see it is that everybody has to die, so why put off the inevitable. This is not to say that everyone should go kill themselves now; I just think it's pointless to find cures for cancer, AIDS, or any other terminal disease. I know it sounds callous, but that's the way I see it.

>_<; I'm so sorry Blood.
....I also cried for you irl.

[secret] I've always wished I was stronger as a person, more resilient to how my negative experience has affected me, because I hate that now I feel like I "grew up wrong". I admire the people who are able to talk about their past because I wish I could get over it.
[secret] I actually wrote a non-descriptive passage of that negative experience but I couldn't bring myself to post it. It has to do with living with my mother and I still feel like I have to protect her.
[white text] Whenever I go to Domestic Violence/Abuse symposiums, I always feel like crying because I'm too empathetic in regards to this topic and I know too well how it feels to be in that cycle. I'm afraid that once I go into the professional world, I'm not going to be able to help people, or keep myself together.

Secret: I've been shot with 3 different types of guns before in non-fatal areas (BB, pistol, and shotgun) but they were supposedly all on accident. I gots the scars to prove it. stare

Secret (more of a personality fact): I hate blending in with other people, and I like to stand out in the crowd. I'm weird like that.

Ouch... I've been sliced up by my own knife, my cat, and various other things, but I've never been shot...

It's sort of a funny story, actually. The BB gun one happened when my friend was trying to "shoot a target". She...never said what the target was. gonk

The shotgun one was weird, my dad hunts (sometimes) and we were out camping and he was doing his...hunting thing, and apparently I walked right in front of a coyote he was aiming for that to me was invisible. Right in the arm burning_eyes

The pistol one happened sort of the same way as the BB gun one, but it was my brother shooting xp

I'm no expert on Catholic morality, but I believe it's a sin to change who you are. It's defying the purpose of God.