I have come to the realization that I sleep on my side when I’m fine, I sleep on my back if I need to relax or when I’m really tired, and I sleep on my stomach when I’m sad.

Is when the overscore music breaks into “I’m All Out of Love” by Air Supply.

God, I love praise. I think it’s something that I feed on. It boosts my confidence ever so slightly (and temporarily).

It creeps me out when people touch my chain. Only three people have ever touched it (including an ex), and it really doesn’t make me comfortable. I guess I see it as a childish fascination when people feel the need to play with it.