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.