June 18th, 2006


(no subject)

dear ocd,

please just go the fuck away!

i am so sick of standing at my sink, for whole quarter hours or longer, scrubing at my hands. i'm tired of feeling anxious every time i can't get to a sink.

my skin hurts from tearing at it with my nails. my hands are dry and cracked from all the soap and hot water.

and all i can think about is the germs. are they still there? are they gone yet?

no. they're never gone.

i can't function if everything's not perfect. you're ruining my life.