Most people know I have trich, but most do not realize that it started when I was a freshman, when I was living in a youth home. It was the one thing I could control about my life. I couldn’t control my blow-ups, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn’t control the rollercoaster ride that had become my life. Now, though, it controls me, as most forms of OCD tend to do.
I love to be organized. It doesn’t show in my housekeeping at all, but if you need to find something on the computer? You’ll have absolutely no issues doing it. I’m almost anal about it. It’s why I have to have my own log-on with the computers. I hate clutter and mess with computers.
I am not as unassuming and innocent as people think. People see me and think “little girl, weak and puny” because I’m 5’4″ and about 125lb. They don’t know that there is a spine of steel inside of me, and I will not back down. It also means that I burn my bridges quite a bit. I also usually have no remorse about the bridges being burnt.
People assume that I’m a stuck-up, snotty bitch because I’m quiet. People who know me know the truth. I’m loud, I’m obnoxious, and I’ll argue you to death. If I know you. If I don’t? I’ll be hiding in the corner, trying to blend in, hoping no one notices me.
I’ve only been drunk once in my life, and that was right before I turned 30. No one seems to believe that, but it’s the honest truth. Heck, it wasn’t even that drunk. i have been tipsy, and less than sober before that (and after), but never actually drunk. Josh has video proof on his phone that he’s willing to show to anyone, and well, everyone.