I very much own the fact that I'm a misfit. The Internet makes everyone realize they're screwed up.

Some people we define as trolls are just critics. Sometimes they have a point. And I hear them. But for the ones who comment "I want to kill you in your sleep," I respond to them too.

A house should look lived in, and I consider it clean as long as I don't stick to it and it doesn't give me cholera.

Even at age 10, I already knew that I was different from most people. My anxiety disorder was still years from being diagnosed, but it affected me quite deeply. I was too afraid to speak out in class, too nervous to make real friends.

In short? It is exhausting being me. Pretending to be normal is draining and requires amazing amounts of energy and Xanax.

A hug is like a strangle you haven't finished yet.

When you're really crazy you don't question it. Being aware of my behaviors stops them. Sure, a lot of people pick their cuticles, but how many people cut big parts of their skin off? It's unfair because I have been judged.