yeah, he was gonna change, for his new found flame...

Interesting how easy it is to be the bad person.
Now, I'm not saying I'm not ever the bad one, I'm not saying I'm always sweet.
I just happen to be one of those girls who look at the others who just walk all over everyone, and think, how could they?

I have a strong, very strong, dislike for hurting people. I stay up at night, and worry that I've hurt someone over the years.

My dad was making fun of me because I turned down a whole sandwich because we had no mustard.
It wasn't because of this he made fun of me, it was because of what this meant for my sandwich.
I truly cannot eat a sandwich if the stuff touches each other without some sort of condiment in between.
Example: bread, mayonnaise, cheese, mayonnaise/mustard mix, brown sugar ham, mustard, and then bread.
See why I needed the mustard?
Then, I also cannot stand it when the jelly is put on the peanut butter. I need it to go on the other piece of bread.
It is a serious issue, like, my mind freaks out. I think it has to do with my eating disorder thing people think I have/had.
Although, I also don't like to eat in public. Like I spent most of high school not eating lunch at school because I didn't want people to see me eat. I'm still wary; I like to hide.
Eugh--PICKLES.

anyway, point is, my dad was teasing me. Also, we were watching hoarders, and apparently, that's me.

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he's calling me crazy!!