marzipanmermaid
*insert Pikmin noises*
Kids are weird so I figured this could be funny.
When I was little, I lived in a poor area in Missouri. There weren't many neighbors (unless you count the horses that lived beyond our backyard) and of course there wasn't any children around. I was really shy and this was my first time going to school after being home schooled so I was wanting friends like the other kids at school. So, I had "imaginary friends." They never had names and they weren't even "friendly." My mum remembered me crying a lot and complaining that my imaginary friend hurting me or making fun of me. It got to the point where I made up another "friend" to beat up the original one; the original one ended up teaming up with the new one and they both participated in bullying me, lol. It's sad because most of my real friendships reflect that years later. But, my imaginary friends beat me up and it's funny.
I used to eat paper and cardboard because I liked the way it smelled.
I used to go outside and have stray cats flock to me in droves. They still kind of do this. My parents "tested" it out by taking turns going outside to see what happen and sending my brother out. Cats would get close to my mum, but only one or two. Then they would send me out and all the cats would come out from the carport, under the porch, out of the trees, or from the nearby forest and run over to me. I don't know why. But they just did/do. Like, stray cats really like me.
I used to cry if I couldn't get home to watch Unsolved Mysteries because I had to know about aliens.
I cracked my head open 3 times and got hurt so much as a child that doctors thought my parents were abusing me.
When I was little, I lived in a poor area in Missouri. There weren't many neighbors (unless you count the horses that lived beyond our backyard) and of course there wasn't any children around. I was really shy and this was my first time going to school after being home schooled so I was wanting friends like the other kids at school. So, I had "imaginary friends." They never had names and they weren't even "friendly." My mum remembered me crying a lot and complaining that my imaginary friend hurting me or making fun of me. It got to the point where I made up another "friend" to beat up the original one; the original one ended up teaming up with the new one and they both participated in bullying me, lol. It's sad because most of my real friendships reflect that years later. But, my imaginary friends beat me up and it's funny.
I used to eat paper and cardboard because I liked the way it smelled.
I used to go outside and have stray cats flock to me in droves. They still kind of do this. My parents "tested" it out by taking turns going outside to see what happen and sending my brother out. Cats would get close to my mum, but only one or two. Then they would send me out and all the cats would come out from the carport, under the porch, out of the trees, or from the nearby forest and run over to me. I don't know why. But they just did/do. Like, stray cats really like me.
I used to cry if I couldn't get home to watch Unsolved Mysteries because I had to know about aliens.
I cracked my head open 3 times and got hurt so much as a child that doctors thought my parents were abusing me.
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