I overeat for no good reason, I bite my nails (and still doing so now at age twenty), I blame myself all the time, and I just think I mistreat myself in general. Clearly I have things I need to work on.
I saw a kiwi on the kitchen counter, so I took a knife and stabbed it for no reason. I just left the knife in there, too. My mom got sort of mad and asked why I did it, I had no idea. Anyway, I'm a fruit murderer.
Oh, and I decided to skip wood shop a few times. The class would use computers, or so I thought, as it was called Manufacturing Technology when I signed up for it, but it's just wood shop. I really hate that class. Every flat surface is covered in sawdust and the teacher won't let us use the coat hangers for our backpacks. It smells like wood chips and crushed dreams in that room.