I always had this irrational fear that only me and my family could see the clothes we had on (because I thought we were mentally ill), and that people didn't tell us , because they didn't want to be mean to mentally ill people. I was so afraid people were looking (and laughing) at my "willy" that I made a habit out of wearing two pairs of underwear... Just to be safe!
I think I'm in love with a psycho. He's mean but sweet at times without trying to be. He reads these secrets, I hope he'll tell me how he feels.
I'm glad that my parents still have sex, because it means that they still love each other. But I'd like to tell them that walls are very thin in our house and some of the sounds they do make me really uncomfortable.
When I was in 6th Grade, I went to the toilet and was going to pee like a boy... I thought I was pretty good at it until some pee trickled down my leg...
And by some, I mean lots...
When I was 11 my grandma told me that when someone dies they void their bowels. I didn't understand what she meant fully so when I got pretty bad diarrhea one day, I thought I was going to die and I gave away all my pokemon cards...