I am crazy. I am smart.
I am strong. I can be overly sensitive.
I am a liar. I value the truth.
I am reliable. I am forgetful.
I love my family. My family makes up most of my drama.
My best friends are my sisters. My siblings are even crazier than me.
I am a night owl. I am the only early bird in my family.
My attention span is short. I've thought of the same story plots for years.
I can be a social lite without trying. I am an introvert.
I love books. I owe my mother's drug dealer a lot for selling out of the public library. It was my shelter in the storm.
I love movies. My dad and I used to have all-day movie days.
I love to draw. I used to be in a lot of regional and national art shows. Now I just draw to impress my little brother.
I hate bugs. Snakes don't scare me. I despise ladybugs more than spiders.
Touch my back from behind and I will flip out. I love giving hugs.
I love having my head scratched. I fetch for no man but my dad.
I've never been more than passive aggressive to anyone. I have strong violent urges that someday I may not keep controlled.
I am my mother and father's daughter. I am not my parents.
I am not the devil child both my grandparents believe I am because I was born out of wedlock. I am the most polite and respectful of my cousins as I've come to notice.
I want to travel. I'm afraid my food allergies will hinder me from seeing all of the world I want to see.
I've got four stamps in my passport so far.
I am asexual. I am not a virgin.
I've read much worse than 50 Shades of Grey without so much as a blush. I cry when I read Nicholas Sparks.
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