School is finally out. Minx and I officially started dating, and all we do is hang out. She often helped me study, and helped my grades improve. My parents loved her, especially her acceptance of my issues and willingness to help me improve.
Now that school is out, I spent my time working online. One of the local companies hired me to make improvements on their website, but eventually hired me full-time to run their website. The job was perfect. I had (almost) full control of the website and was able to work from home or go in to their office and work. On days where my mood wasn't the best, I stayed home. Other than that, I came into work every day.
Minx has been working at a beauty parlor, where she does the makeup of girls and boys who want a more edgier look. The owner, a frail old woman, hired her immediately. Having a larger demographic always allowed for more business. Minx loved her job, and gained a decent sized following for her makeup skills.
We were both working and making money. In a few months I'd be moving into a dorm and taking classes on cyber safety and computer science. I'll continue to work at my job as long as I maintain communication with my boss. He was a super chill guy and always worked with me, especially when I had my issues.
I've started my new notebook. Sometimes I struggle with it, but I've started to write only when I feel like it, not scheduled to write in it every day.
Minx convinced my parents to find me a new therapist, and they've been searching for someone who specializes in OCD and doesn't cost a fortune. I will always appreciate how much Minx has helped me move forward.
Sometimes, when my anxiety is through the roof, I worry that she wants to fix me. I know I always have hated myself for my OCD, but now that I have more control, I embrace it. The one time I expressed this, Minx cried and told me that she loved me just the way I was.
"I just want you to be happy. Sometimes you get so upset at yourself when you fall back into old routines and I just want to help you. If seeking better help is what I have to do to make you happy, then I'll do it."
I cried when I heard those words. Minx had a way of making me feel so loved and secure.
Things are looking so much better for me. Every day I wake up excited to work and to see my beautiful girlfriend.
I can finally say that life is good.
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well, that's the end!
thank you so so so much for reading. i never thought that this book would get so much attention. it's almost at 30K reads and that has me mind blown.
i'll update if i decide to create a different story or if i make a sequel! for right now i'm gonna focus on my other story :))
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Fanfictionyoung high school student jonathan schlatt suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder. he lives his life in a schedule and refuses to change it. anything that messes up his routine sends him into a world of painful emotions. his therapist suggests...
