1) The only thing keeping me from attempting suicide is my fear of causing a scene (which would almost certainly happen, since someone would most likely find me before I died).
2) When I was 13, I had a crush on Ronald McDonald (seriously, I did).
3) The only reason I don't wear makeup (I'm a woman, by the way) is that my hands shake too much for me to actually do a neat, clean job of putting it on, and I don't have the patience to deal with cleaning up makeup smudges on my face.
4) I often worry that I'll end up dying lonely and unloved. I'm already in my mid-twenties and I've never even been out on a date (or even had my first kiss), so that worry is starting to seem more and more possible to me.
5) When I was younger (probably around 10 or 11 years old), I made my brother (who's 2 and a half years younger than me) show me his penis, and I will probably never forgive myself for that, even though I showed him my vagina, too.
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