My hands aren’t really girly anymore... but they’re not old man hands, thank god.
It always lets you (or I'm just speaking for myself) how stupid getting so mad is, and then I can laugh. At least I can laugh.
I was telling him how tough I was. I was lying, and he knew it.
I'll try and keep calm, and for a little bit it works, but then something happens and it just...yeah. :( I guess I do a lot of yelling around them, so I make it worse. But usually I yell cause I'm mad at them for yelling!
My English teacher said I had girly hands once. :laugh: I was 14, though.
Yes, and it really gets to me. It must be why I like more laid back people so much.
Not much of a roughneck.
Nah. That’s my brother. I can probably remember all the bruises I had growing up, and I might even have enough fingures to count them with (and if I don’t, they were still too infrequent to bother with anyway)
It's like, gotta get out before you become one of them.
It's just...too hectic in my house. Too stressful. Too many people, too loud. I'm not trying to make it out like OH MY LIFE IS HORRIBLE but I just really don't like being there a lot of the time. I hate all the stress and the yelling and the panicking.
