I've had this book since 2017! Holy crap! I've also been like an abusive father to this poor book. I'm so sorry to like, my 2 readers left. On to the tag! (Thanks yunofangirl!)
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What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or do not love them back? Funny thing about me. I say "I love you" way too easily. Even if I don't actually love the person in question (aka literally every time) I still say it.
I'm well versed in rejection. It sucks. I hate it. I hate going through it. It would be so hard to reject someone because I've been through that so much. And I know how much I would hurt that person if they proposed it to me. I complain so much about being single, that I wouldn't know how to handle someone liking me when I don't feel the same. I would hate myself every second of it.
What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up on? God, I...I don't know what I'd do without my acting job. That's all I've ever worked for. If I couldn't make it suitable for my lifestyle, I'd have nothing left. I keep telling my mom that I'll study Law as a backup, but I don't wanna do that. Acting's all I've really got nowadays.
What makes you bored? I'm one of those people who doesn't get bored but, at the same time, I'm always doing something. I get bored if I'm doing nothing by myself. I'm alright if I'm with a friend and we equally do nothing. Hell, I prefer that sometimes. But I get soooo booored if I have nothing to occupy myself.
Do you like spicy food and why? Anyone who knows me knows I'm a spicy meme boy. Of course I love spicy food! It always has great flavors to dance with and the possibility of my mouth going numb excites me. Granted, it never happened because I have a good spice tolerance but still!
Something or someone you miss most from childhood Alright. Let's get depressing. The thing I miss most from my childhood is my happiness. My peace of mind. Let me explain:
I was always a depressed kid. As far as I could remember, I hated myself. No doubt because of my parents' divorce, which was glaring up about the time my sister was born and my dad remarried. Still, I put on a brave face and tried to help people, especially my mom with my-at the time-newborn sister. Still, I would be told that I was terrible. A curse on my family. The reason things were miserable. My stepmother was pretty explicit with me. After a while, it stuck. I believed her. I am the bad guy in all of this. I don't deserve happiness. I've been through so much as a kid, stuff I don't wanna explain right now, but looking back it's no wonder why I loathe everything about me.
The person I miss most is my mom. She's been through a lot, more than me. But she always was a caring person. Someone who understood my problems and tried her best to soften the blow. But for the last year, she's been so antagonistic. Always pushing me to study and hurry up with life so I can leave her. Sometimes I feel like she doesn't even want me around anymore. Even though I do everything for her save for paying rent, she treats me like I'm nothing. I can't tell anyone about it because they have their own problems, and it's a miracle I'm even saying it here.
