I can't stop and think about my life or else i start to cry

I know the exact cleaning schedule of all the bathrooms in my college, so when I have to poop, I go to the most recently cleaned one.

When I take a cab to go home, I never give the driver my real address. I make him/her stop a couple of blocks before my house. I think it's not safe that a stranger know exactly where I live.

I find it very hard to listen to other people, I have no interest whatsoever in their stories, even if it's my girlfriend telling me about her day or her issues. I'll just think about my day while she talks.

Once, during a lecture, the guy next to me fell asleep. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and was feeling really unstable. Hormones and stuff began to run through my body, and I unzipped the boy's trousers while he was still sleeping. I spent the next ten minutes doing unthinkable things, and somehow didn't manage to get caught.

I just had a sip of the coke can I've been using as an ashtray for the last couple of days. It's not the first time this happens to me.

My girlfriend and I play fart competitions