brain: hey draw me: ok brain: are. are you gonna do it or me: yeah yeah hold on i have to count the strands of my hair real quick
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brain: hey draw me: ok brain: are. are you gonna do it or me: yeah yeah hold on i have to count the strands of my hair real quick
thinkin abt trying to do exposure therapy on my own
what people think ocd thoughts look like: must be neat. this is good because it is neat. this is not neat, time to fix it
what ocd thoughts actually look like: not good not good not right nope nope nope nope oh shit stab yourself nope nope oh FUCK that guy sneezed shit shit shit shit shit not good not good this is bad bad bad bad bad bad RUN AWAY RUN RUN RUN RUN THIS IS BAD THIS IS BAD
i dont think you guys really get that watching satisying vieos on youtube isnt gonna cure people’s ocd and when we hang out im not gonna rearrange all your books so theyre in alphabetical order; dude, that’s cleanliness, not ocd. im gonna scratch up my arm and hit my head off of things and you’re all gonna think im crazy but guess what? THAT is your ocd. not ‘ooh symmetrical.’ it’s not ‘pretty.’ you dont fucking want ocd dude
irony: today is the anniversary for my endoscopy that ended up telling doctors ‘yeah your stomach is ass because of your brain’ and today im having an ocd freakout because someone is sick and its making my stomach hurt! nice
im laughing at myself atm bc im failing at baldi’s basics just cause of my ocd. when i do math i wanna put the bigger number first and if i do it any other way it’s Bad so problems like 2-3 im getting wrong bc i wanna do 3-2 instead. im so dumb sdjkhgd
dumbest ocd thing i ever did was when i got a sunburn this summer on my chest. i felt the compulsion to remove the dead skin even though i know you shouldn’t do that. so i like. tore all the peeling skin off my chest and shoulders and kept peeling until i literally had a pile of flesh on the floor in front of me. and then like, 30 minutes later or something i got devil’s itch. oops
WHO THE FUARK PUT THE HALF BROKEN PLATE BACK ON THE SHELF