OCD | ✓

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M A Y

It has been a few days since he snapped at me. We didn't talk after that.

I don't know what I did wrong. I don't know how to fix it.

I don't want to cause problems or hurt anyone.

I pass by his locker on the way to mine and overhear him talking.

"Could you at least care about her? She's your daughter for fuck's sake!" He says to whoever is on the phone.

I stand still.

He sounds so pained.

I want to help.

After breathing six times, I turn to him. I place my hand on his shoulder and tap six times.

He immediately turns around with hard eyes.

"What do you want?" He ask forcefully.

"What's wrong?" I plead. He's not like this.

He helped me and how he needs it to.

I see his feet tapping.

He's angry again.

He closes his eyes to breath and I give him time to calm himself.

"You wanna help me?" He asks, his voice normal. I feel relieved thinking he'll be back to normal.

I nod at him.

"Then stay away from me. Don't talk to me.
Don't help me. Just stay away." He says and a lump forms in my throat.

Why do I always hurt people? I nod at him and walk away.

The more I get close to people. The more they walk away.

Why am I never enough.

I should go six hours without talking. Maybe then people would like me.