Well, that's the first part of this little confession thing! The second part is that I have this need to be worried about. I love it when people are worried about me, I don't know why. So I have these urges to do things to make them worried about me, but I try not to do them. I have marks on my arms from cutting a few months ago (I have stopped), and I plan out these elaborate things so my friends see them and they all worry about me. Then I think to myself "You are crazy." I love it even when my mum is worried about me. It's like I get a little kick from being weird. It's even more weird because I know that I despise anyone to think that I'm weak and if someone challenges my strength I try so hard to prove that I'm strong.