The thing about me is – essentially, I’m a coward.I am. I can’t stand weird stuff, anything that’s not normal. […]I’m a coward, and I’ve faced it, and I’ve learn to accept it. And I’m okay with that, as long as nothing happens so I have to start feeling ashamed about it, or guilty.I don’t think my parents know this about me. […]But the other thing is, I just hate it when people are disappointed in me.