I love to organize stuff everywhere except in my house. It's weird. I'll organize the scented candle at Burlington's and enjoy my volunteer job shelving at the library, but organizing myown stuff makes me groan.
I cry all the time. When I laugh, when I'm made, when I'm frustated. It is kind of annoying. And I always smile at the weirdest times. I have taken to covering my mouth when I do it.
I can't stand it if someone tells me something I already know. I know people aren't mind readers, but it still annoys me.
I am overly paranoid. Even when it comes to my own family. I didn't eeat a bowl of soup because I thought it tasted poisoned, then I realized that it was my fought it tasted that way.
I also get panic attacks. My stomach starts to hurt and I can't sleep.
I am not as paranoid as I used to be, and I don't panic as badly but it is still there.