Stolen from  Nicnak044

I am terrified of elevators.

I have trypophobia, which is the fear of holes. (Afraid? Fuck, it's so fun to draw.)

I don’t really cuss out loud.

I have a low self-esteem.

I have practically no family left.

My parents and grandparents are deceased.

My dad had 21 other brothers and sisters.

I am a very stressful person. (Only if I don't know what's going on.)

I swear, I am a bit OCD. (I like to think I'm not, but I probably have more than I realize.)

Being uncomfy in bed makes me so irritated.

I hate change.

I’ve moved 4 times in the past 2 years. (This is the fourth and hopefully final dorm I'm in since 2013, not counting the two months trapped in a hotel freshman year, unable to get any sympathy for how you're slowly about to die of claustrophobia and miasma)

I am the worst person at math. (I can do numbers but only thanks to the lattice method - and even basic calculus fucks me up. Geometry I'm much better at.)

I have a huge fear of my house getting broken into or catching on fire.

Sometimes I look at my feet and get freaked out.

I wish I could sing.

I say random things all the time.

I want to lose weight. (I don't want to be sexily toned, but I really don't like the sensation of my body fat and I wish I matched the thin person I see in my head - but all the methods of getting there are more painful to me than acceptance. Recovered from anorexia at one point and am not going down that road again. First I have to stop my habit of eating five pounds at a sitting, but it takes that much to understand that I'm full.)

I love to run and play sports.

I do not understand the male species. (Nobody does. Unpredictable and egotistical.)

I love pasta.

Cheddar cheese is my favorite. (Fuck you, gouda is life.)

I hate skinny guys.

I absolutely love my sister. (She's chill.)

I find it weird how the people you were closest with one year are the most distant the next.

I want to move to Europe. (If Canada isn't open, it seems a better option. Just... fucking anywhere but the country that's this close to electing Trump.)

Im jealous of my best friend because she always gets the guy. (Fuck me, I'm jealous of anyone in a good relationship. I'm not a forever alone type, I'm perfectly fine with being alone, and that's the problem is I don't know how you meet people like this.)

I want my lip pierced.

I hate chicken.

I’m hungry right now. (I'm physically sick from veggie pies and mash and bread pudding, and I still feel hungry. Being not-hungry is an alien sensation to me, my brain's so fucked up.)

I love sleep.

I wish that my middle name was actually my first name because I think it’s prettier. (Liam Anne is a compound name, my birth middle name, David, was my grandfather and though I like the guy I have no fondness for it.)

I can still be a kid at heart. (Fuck me, I wasn't even a kid at heart when I was a kid. I'm aware a professional hurdle is that I have no idea what kids like.)

I laugh at everything and i’m always trying to get people to laugh with me.

I’m not always as happy as I seem to be.

I tend to hide my emotions with jokes and laughter. (If not outright Vulcan stoicism.)

My past has only made me into a stronger person.

Trust is a very sacred thing to me, and once you lose it, it’s almost impossible to gain it back.

I love to play lacross and softball.

My biggest goal in life is to become a pediatrician.

I am a mechanic.

I am a pretty good artist.

I have issues with unnecessary capitalization.

I enjoy watching classic films

I completed a drivers ed route in half the standard time. (I still don't have a license, because of my double vision)

I’m not religious. (I'm an ordained deacon and still basically areligious... not to say atheist, but areligious, meaning the topic legitimately never enters my head of whether there is anything, like being asexual.)

I like saltwater taffy.

I’m going to school to see how well I do under pressure.

I want to have a T.V. show on the Discovery Channel.

I have my license.

I always have chapstick with me.

Being on the computer kind of bothers me because I never have anything to do on it. (Fuck you, I have fifty billion tabs open right now I haven't finished reading.

I don’t want to die and not have accomplished anything in my life. (Fuck. I want to MAKE the films I want to make before I die, really.)

I want to have two children, one boy and a girl, with the girl being born first. (I don't trust myself around children I DON'T own, much less my own, without mentally scarring them.)

I would like to go shopping soon, to get some more pants.

I want to do something “shocking” but just don’t know what.

When I get older i want to live in a white house with a wrap around porch, with a huge staircase in it, downtown somewhere, with nice neighbors, and a nice green lawn with a picket fence. (So bourgeois. I want a small collective with a bunch of friends someplace and to just be chill about things.)

Chicken nuggets are my favorite food.

I would like to do a pageant, but don’t have money for a dress.

No matter how tough I act, I am really a softy.

I love High School Musical.

I like to cook. (I'm good at it, but it's infuriatingly slow and I don't find it makes the food taste any better.)

Daisies are the cutest flowers.

I have two webbed-toes.

I’m a very spiritual person and stick to my beliefs, but I avoid religious debates. (Fuck me, debates are the only fun part of religion.)

I accept and care for anyone who wants to be my friend, as long as they don’t put me down.

Hayao Miyazaki is my favorite film maker right now.

I pray for every motorcyclist I see on a road, ambulances too.

When woken up, I am the meanest and angriest person. (I'm only mean and angry when I'm deprived of information and/or marginalized... it's callous and illogical to not tell people things.)

I love when I feel inspired.

I love baby everything, baby and miniature makes everything better.

My laugh can be heard from a radius of at least 40 feet away.

Taking pictures is what takes my breath away.

I don’t cry much, and when I do there’s hardly any reason at all. (David Ackles songs are a PRETTY GOOD REASON.)

I preach about being independently happy!

I stay away from fast food, soda, peas, and zombies. (I don't know what this "soda" is, do you mean pop?)

I am deathly afraid of zombies.

I love bright colors and patterns.

I am a huge drama queen.

I am obsessed with accents.

I can not stand odd numbers and will do everything in my power to avoid them.

I can’t stand hearing the sound of my own voice.

I’m a completely different person at home. (I just shut down, emotionally and physically.)

I laugh a lot.

I’m rude. (Why would I go to college in the city if I wanted to waste my energy being nice to all the people moving too slowly in my path?)

I’m really smart, but I stopped trying.

I don’t like interacting with people unless I’m inebriated.

I complain all the time.

I’m always cold.

I love cream soda.

If it were not frowned upon in society, I would drop out of school.

I would live in a nudist colony.

I really don’t have a favorite color.

I want to live in Alaska.

When I’m writing, I get my “F’s” and 5’s mixed up.

I don’t like people to see my feet when my toe nails aren’t painted.

Arguing is fun. I believe it solves problems.

I hate cleaning my house, but I’ll help clean other’s.

I’m afraid of opening up too much.

Psychology simply amazes me.

I don’t like seeing someone get physically hurt.

I have the biggest fear of being replaced.

I love musicals.

Procrastination is my weakness.

I wish my eyes were bigger.

I still want to be a ballerina.

I despise parents who make excuses for their children and don’t get them ready for the real world. (I hate people who try to say "the real world" with these, but yeah, that's not logical for their optimum development. I need more details to condemn.)