Shameful moment…I have a cycle when it comes to the tidiness of my room. It starts off clean. Everything has its place. The furniture is dusted. The laundry is done and the clothes are folded. The carpet is vacuumed and it smells like fresh cotton, one of my favorite candles. I lay on the bed in my newly cleaned room, refreshed by the peace and calmness that it brings, relaxed after all the cleaning. I keep telling myself that this time is going to be different. This time I am going to come home and hang up my clothes after…
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Growing up, I was a teacher’s pet and goodie two shoes. Sometimes the other kids picked on me and called me names because of it and because I was a preacher’s kid. So to prove myself, I decided that I was not gonna be a goodie good all the time. In the 5th grade, I decided that I was gonna start cursing. (Sorry mom and dad if you’re reading this). Other kids my age were using bad words and I had to prove to them that I could be like them. Honestly, it only lasted for about a semester. It…