I don't have OCD. My habits aren't enough to call it that. They're just called habits and dislikes.
I know.
I don't like it when it's not symmetric.
I know.
I don't like it when everything is not where I want it to be. There must be an order.
I know.
I don't like it when you come to close to me. I feel strangled. I feel deprived of oxygen. I can't breathe.
I know.
I don't like it when you touch me. I feel like your germs are rubbing off on me. I feel like you're rubbing off on me.
I know.
I don't like it when you kiss me. Your spit plants its routs on my cheeks and lips. The thought of your lips on my skin makes me feel dirty.
I know.
I don't like it when my hands aren't washed twice unless it's my hand wash - even though my mother changes the brand all the time.
I know.
I don't like it when there's too much dust or when I've been cleaning for awhile because I feel dirty. I feel like I've become the dusty and unwashed room.
I know.
I don't like human contact. I don't like skin contact.
Actually I hate it.
I know.
But I can't tell anyone about this. I'll really pass for a creep if they know.
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I am SAD
Poesía"Learning I had Social Anxiety Disorder was hard and terrifying. Knowing I have depression too is killing me." __________________ Random stuff I write when no one is looking... I'm 20 and I have social anxiety disorder and depression...
