I guess I have a lot of problems...
I'm scared of most things, except death.
I think I have some serious disease. If it's not cancer or epilepsy (I will soon be tested for those things), then it's something else. Alright, maybe that isn't really a problem.
Talking to strangers make me feel uncomfortable. Not while I'm talking, but a few hours afterwards.
Everything I do isn't good enough for me. Whenever I say something or do something, I can think about it for days afterwards. "Did I do it right?", "What do they think." and stuff like that.
I hate my body. Seriously. If I had the money, I'd get plastic surgery as soon as I could. It's probably the only way out.
I'm lazy. Very lazy.
In case you haven't figured it out yet, I have extremely low self-esteem. And there's one other thing I don't think you want to know.
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