hopeless.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight

These went on for about 5 months.

I slept for about 4 hours each night.

My grades began to drop, as did my health. I developed bags under my eyes and I was losing weight.

Food scared me.

It could be poisoned, you know?

"I took some food for thought, it might be poisoned."

My parents, siblings, friends and family began to fear me.

One day, I had just got home from the mall. At the time, my main compulsion was picking up EVERYTHING. I didn't want it to be alone. My mom got to scared and angry, she forced me to eat the things I picked up outside. Since then I've been a huge germaphobe.

(Reminder these are all true stories)