#ocd perhaps

[macabrevampire]

i have to feel weird and unsure of everything forever #thecurse

[wtchgrrl]

i think its so weird to see a buncha teenage girls on this hellsite openly talking about their mental illness and how much they relate to people like zombiebeatz2000.

like. girl if you relate to her, you should be getting help. girl she acted like that because she was a mentally ill teenager. your mental illness doesn’t make you interesting or cool or a femcel girlboss hikkikomori queen it makes you miserable.

i relate to her. that’s why i’m in therapy. me relating to her means that i need to talk to my therapist more often and be honest with her about why im there in the first place.

ashley is happy now, because she got better. you’re not happy because you refuse to be.

[faggotfungus]

Currently listening to the radio and this guy is singing about how he's thankful for his beautiful girlfriend but he's afraid of her just like.. suddenly dying for no reason? So he's like trying to remember how it feels to hold her Now while he can and all this stuff.

Like idk man you might have anxiety.

[caffeine-or-death]

Me: yeah I'm pretty laid back. I'm ok with a messy space

Also me, spends approx 30 hrs per week cleaning, steams the curtains bi-weekly, disinfects my phone and laptop every second day, uses so much bleach daily that I get headaches but continues because the smell of bleach is associated with Clean. My room walls are wiped down daily, kitchen is cleaned and disinfected in the morning and the evening. Every surface gets wiped daily. Bathroom cleaned morning and evening. Light bulbs are cleaned daily, all cupboards emptied, cleaned and repacked every 2nd day.

I wake up at 05:00 to have time to do it all because I freak out, get unreasonably angry or want to cry if I cant. But yeah. I'm ok with messy space

[xxhislittlefeetxx-blog]

No sleep syndrome

Siah likes to open and close his car door. Today, on our way into Old Navy, he didnt close it hard enough so I gave it a booty bump. He cried. I tried to help him brush it off with “you did it” and “uhhhhh oh, we’re in the street, what do we do” but it didnt work. He cried. I tried to coax him in with “go push the (handicapped) button”. Didnt work, he cried. I tried carrying him around the store, he cried. I tried letting him walk, he cried. I tried walking away, he cried. I offered to let him pick a shirt, nope. Finally we broke and his TT (dads side) walked him to the car, unlocked the doors, opened his and allowed HIM to close it. Moments later, in walks in a brand new toddler. Face clear of tears, not a whimper and with the biggest grin. All was right in his world and it’s alllllll because he needed to shut the door.