I have this cousin that lives in Louisiana, and I was raised with her like a sister. I'm not going to give her a name, because if you know me personally, you already know who i'm talking about. I'm always saying how much I love her, and how she's like a sister to me, and how I just can't live without her. But that is only partially true.Deep inside, deeper than i'm willing to admit, I really hate...

I won't dip into my childhood to much. Not because it's painful to talk about or anything, it's just not that interesting. I'm not a victim of abuse, I wasn't torn apart by a divorce, when we we're poor I was too young to remember any suffering.I'm only going to touch up on one topic from years ago.When I was in 1st grade, I was diagnosed with severe anxiety. I don't remember going to a shrink of...