I use my roommate's razor for more than just my face.
I'm afraid I'll never allow myself to fall in love.
I have multiple spots around the house that have, on more than one occasion, been on the receiving end of my laziness to get a tissue after a monster nose-picking session. I have a spot in the car for the unflickables, too.
I sometimes wonder if my dad really loves me.
I don't believe in anything.