I've discovered that I have an thing about doors.
Not thing as in "OH GOD DOORS. I CAN'T QUIT YOU DOORS.", but a thing as in "oh no a door help please *has dramatic aneurism on floor*".
I have this anxiety tic about doors.
As in, I sit near a door, or am near a door for an extended period of time (such as my bed is in close view and proximity of the door/my desk at school is too close to a door) I start freaking out. Such as I start shaking and sweating and start to feel dizzy.
Among other things, these tics can ruin my day.
Which is why I am not happy as to the fact that I must sit closest to the door now in AIG with someone who isn't necessarily my favorite person.
Gee, thanks Connor!
So everyday, my anxiety flips. This must continue for more than an two hours each day of the school week.
Also, I am the fairy godmother of a robot our dysfunctional little AIG family is raising.
Happy literal birthday Toby Determined Cambphilliamevinssondanman!
(The last thing is a combo of our last names that I was in charge of creating. No ones last name contains the word 'dan' but someone's contained 'phil' so this was my sneaky contribution)
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Mars is... Well... Mars
De Todo{edit: ew. ew. ew. please just read my other spam book. i wrote this in like 2014. } This is my book of me. My book of sarcasm, randomness, thoughts, fandoms, OCD, anxiety, fails, school, rants, obsessiveness, ships, phan, cartoons and well... Mars...
