Introduction (pt. 2)
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☂ pet peeves.
→ Rudeness. I explained it in dislikes.
→ Being interrupted. I… really hate it. Even when I’m explaining something over AIM and my friend just comments going, “Mmhm” while I’m explaining kind of irks me. It’s pathetic, but. I also hate being interrupted when I’m listening to my iPod or when I’m reading. God damn, when I’m reading. I get really pissy when I’m disturbed.
→ Being woken up. Specifically, before I’m ready. When I’m allowed to sleep in. … -staaaares at stepdad-
→ When people assume things. Again, specifically, when people think they know me. Because they’re usually totally wrong. … -staaaares at stepdad-
→ People smoking. …In public places. Do it somewhere where you don’t burn off my goddamn nose!
→ My mom asking me things. Like, “Is something wrong?” “Why are you upset?” “Did something happen?” whenever I’m just listening to my iPod. 95% of the time, I’m just thinking. It’s really annoying.
→ Making the salad. That’s… kind of a selfish one, but making up the salad for my family is really annoying. It just irritates me.
→ More. I have such a short temper like woah. So much stuff irks me that I can’t even think of everything.
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☂ fears.
→ Dying. I’m really scared of it. But I don’t think that’s so odd. I’m not so much scared of the act, as of what comes afterwards. I don’t like not knowing because it really frightens me not to know if I’ll exist anymore. So in that respect, I guess that’s why I like Izaya so much. I really get what he’s trying to do, even though it’s terrible. …And that makes me sound terrible, damn.
→ Sharks. I don’t know what it is. It just happened one day. They genuinely scare me. /: I respect them and I wish people would leave them alone, but… they just scare me.
→ Snakes. I… didn’t know about this one. I tried going into the reptile house at the San Diego Zoo and just… kind of got the willies. I had to leave, I couldn’t handle the snakes. D:
→ Clowns. Again, I agree with Jubi. They freak me out, although I’m not terrible scared of them. They just give me the heebie jeebies.
→ Needles. Ever since I was little, they’ve terrified me. Doctors hated me because I would scream and kick and cry when I had to get a shot. Even now, I cry and kind of go into shock when I have to get one. They’re really scary…
→ Pain. I really don’t like it, so I avoid it.
→ Scary video games/movies/books. But because I’m a masochist, I watch/read them anyways.
→ Beyond Birthday. DON’T LAUGH OKAY I’M SERIOUSLY SCARED OF HIM. OTL It’s his fault that now I have this phobia that if I get off my bed, something will reach out and grab my ankle and drag me under. So because of him, I have to like… leap on and off my bed at night. |8
→ The truth. …I guess I should explain this… Mostly. I’m scared that no one I know actually cares about me. At all. I’m not scared of TRUTH in general, but… just… that one. It really, really terrifies me. I’m frightened that everyone I know just talks to me out of pity, no one actually cares, and no one even knows when I’m there most of the time. At one point last year, thanks to Erica, that got so bad that… well, I started to question if I actually existed. I felt invisible. And I’m… I’m really scared of ever feeling like that again. I guess this is where my difficulties with trusting people come from…