Ma always forgets that I have OCD. It's like it doesn't exist to her. But it does. I know why she thinks it doesn't exist. Because my dad had it, and he killed himself. I guess if she thinks it doesn't exist, it'll just do away. That's not how it works though.
Who thought that I wouldn't be like my dad.
I did.
The kids at school just think I'm an organized freak.
I don't bother to tell them that they're so close, but so far away. If you look at me, like, actually look at me. I guess I am just a freak. So in that case, deal with it. You can't change me. So don't make me feel bad.
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Living With O.C.D.
General FictionM is a teenage girl who has OCD. She loves with her mom, but not here dad. Her dad committed suicide. He had OCD too, and it annoyed him so much that he hung himself. She inherited her OCD from her father.
