It all started when I was born. Thats right, at 1 minute past 1 in the morning on the 4th of the 4th 1997. It's like a sign, I was born to have this condition. (I am so not going to obsess over that) So, as you can imagine, the number 4 has been a … Continue reading 4
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I think I’m dying.
This is one of the bleaker parts of my OCD. The amount of times I have thought I had some terrible illness. The amount of times I have gone to the doctor making sure that I have more than a few months left. The amount of times I have been completely healthy. But does that … Continue reading I think I’m dying.
I’m not a massive liar. right?
I hate lies, I can't lie, to me being a liar is one of the worst things you can be. As my great nana Lil always said 'you can trust a theif, but you can never trust a liar.' I tell the truth, I know my truth so why do I feel like I'm a … Continue reading I’m not a massive liar. right?
Obsessive Compulsive Existence 