It’s actually sort of embarrassing how long it is taking me to think of 10 things about me. It’s like when people ask me my hobbies and I’m like um…I like to watch tv…and eat… and stuff.

I should put a disclaimer on my blog warning people how boring I am.

• If you’ve ever posted one of those “I’m not like most girls/guys/teenagers because ____” on your blog, I’ve probably thought about punching you in the face. That post has 22,000 notes, you aren’t unique, stop it.
• when I was like 5 or 6 my mom wouldn’t buy me starburst, so I stole them and then felt so guilty that I never ate them. they were just hidden in the back of my closet. they were my porn.
• I once walked in on my brother jerking off. neither one of us ever acknowledged it. like not even in the moment. I let out like a yelp of surprise and turned around and he fell over pulling his pants up. I went to go upstairs and he was like ‘what do you want?’ and then I told him I wanted to borrow V for Vendetta and we talked about the movie v. the comics for like 5 minutes before I went upstairs. Yup.
• when I post a text post or picture or something from my real life and it gets no notes I simultaneously hate myself and all of you.
• I fucking hate feet. Like absolutely despise. When I don’t want to do something my friends and brothers have two solutions: assure me food will be there or stick their feet in my face.
• I have such terrible self esteem that when other people think positive things about themselves I’m like ‘wow you are arrogant’ and then I have to remind myself that people who like themselves healthy amounts exist. it’s not hate yourself OR worship yourself. 
• The first time I ever kissed a boy I was 11. And it was the same boy my then best friend had also kissed. On a sleep over we both agreed to just all be together. Little me was apparently down for polyamory. Nothing ever actually came of because the next day the boy called my best friend a mean name so we wrote his name in our mean neighbors wet cement and he got blamed for it/yelled at by the old guy. Ovaries before brovaries, man.
• I think people who constantly post about weed are as annoying as people who are against it. I don’t care if you smoke weed or if you don’t. I just want all of you to shut the fuck up.
• My anxiety is so bad that I have to give myself a pep talk to just respond to people online.
• If I sing or dance in front of you, then I’m comfortable around you. Note that dancing while I’m eating doesn’t count because that’s an unconscious habit of mine.