For a while I couldn't leave the house by myself. Even if I was just grocery shopping alone, I'd get self-conscious.

I'm not a violent person and I don't hit people.

I can't stand unpacking.

I had a wonderful childhood. My parents were a dream to me.

I still get nervous on dates. I'll be sitting at dinner with a guy and I have to excuse myself and go to the bathroom because I can't breathe.

It's better to be the rejecter than the rejectee.

I was raised to stand up for myself, if I feel I'm in the right. Maybe it would have been best if I'd just gone home with my swollen cheek.