I can’t sleep with a pillow.

I blast Mayday Parade when I get a headache.

I’ve been knitting a scarf since Christmas and it’s not even half-way done.

I have a styrofoam skull next to my TV.

I spell my name wrong a lot. Bayley. Bayle. Bailee. Baily. I Like Bailee the best, but that’s not really how I was named so I like to pretend.

I bite my fingernails.

I brush my teeth when I’m bored.

I never finish writing stories that I’ve started.

I curse a lot in my head.

I hate that I’ve been struggling with self-harm for 4 years.

I hate when people have closed minds towards things.

I hate being in public by myself.

I love listening to other people’s problems and I love trying to help.

I love memorizing things. I know 100 digits of pi for literally no reason.

I won’t eat ketchup.

I have dropped my phone in the toilet twice.

I hate the automatic thinking your brain does when you are falling asleep.

I have to do the dishes in my house.

I’m afraid of beta fish.

I love taking pictures of flowers.

I can make silly faces at the mirror forever.

I have conversations with myself often and I feel like my own bestfriend.

When I see porn on tumblr I scroll down quickly and always say,”That is not necessary.”

I feel like the worst speller in the world.

I know a good amount of sign language and I love learning it.

I always respond if Dora asks what my favorite part was. I feel like it’s rude not to.

I always carry assorted condiments in my purse. They have their own pocket.

I hate long hallways.

I hate walking around school alone.

I love mustard and put it on everything.

I would eat salt and vinegar chips till my tongue was numb.

I love making tumblr friends.

I hate hanging up clothes.

I could never keep up a daily diary for more than a week.

Sometimes I just cry because there are sad things that happen in the world.