Ok, here's my life story starting from the age of 6….
when I was 6 I had a normal life doing normal 'kid' things, like dancing and playing curbsy outside with my friends, but that all changed when my mother met a man, he is American and he is OCD he cleaned up all my stuff and even threw out some really important things, like homework or my ear rings I loves these pair and I put them down and he picked them up and chucked them away, I didn't really like him, then he proposed to my mother and I almost cried, jot because I was happy, but because I didn't really like him. But I learned to live with it and put my stuff where he would never find them. But then he was nice to me, this was a span of 4 years, when I was 11 it is as my last year in primary school, then when I turned 12 I was in comp and I met a boy who became one of my best friends but I soon became attracted to him, and I wanted to be more, our friends made jokes about us going out, but I just laughed along because I didn't want it to seem obvious that I liked him, eventually I found this sight by looking up a place to write my feelings about a boy, he makes me feel alive, and I swear, if he knows I was writing about him, he would either think I was weird or he would know I liked him in that way. But he started getting annoyed at the jokes, and made other friends, we still talk but not as often, some people said we look similar, so he said that we are siblings and that it would be wrong if peonies le shipped us, I just went along with it, but I knew he was serious when he walked away and didn't talk to me for like a week, someone please tell me why he's doing this……