Honestly I always thought I was a pretty normal kid. I thought that purposefully trying to break your bones was something every kid tried to do. Yeah I did have one friend who tried with me (and I'm so glad it never worked for her) but that doesn't make it normal. Right? I was kind of a stupid kid. This part of my life took place during third through fifth grade the most. That part of me still shows sometimes but not as much. I would spend hours on the computer on Yahoo Answers looking up how to break specific bones (ankle, foot, wrist, leg, arm, finger). I would print out the articles and attempt the ideas. It never worked. And of course with my luck, my parents continually found the print outs. They would confront me about them and I would give a half-ass excuse that they seemed to believe. It was usually around the lines of "You never pay attention to me!" or "You give all the attention to Laura!" (my older sister). When I look back on those times I realize that what I craved was (that mineral! jk) the pain.

      For as long as I can remember I never really valued myself. I always wanted to help fix other people and put myself aside. I still do that. I never remember thinking that I looked pretty. I always remember being chubby and fat. Of course no one pointed that out to a five year old. I was generally a pretty unhealthy kid. What can I say? I'm a boredom eater. Always have been, always will be. And the things I eat are generally unhealthy. Chips, cookies, cereal, crackers, candy. You name the unhealthy food, I've probably eaten it out of boredom. Just don't name a healthy food. It never appeals to me in my time or boredom. I wish I wasn't like this but i don't know how to stop. 

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I will try to make my chapters longer. And trust me it will get longer. This was more and introductory chapter to kinda set the tone. Not as bad but it gets worse as I get older.