As someone who has lived with OCD since I can remember I would say I'm pretty high up there. I've dug something out of the trash to stab it before, I've tore apart the kitchen looking for one particular orange bowl so I could eat my noodles, I've been late to class because someone pushed me when I was touching poles as I walked and I had to go back and do it all over again, and I get anxiety attacks being in certain parts of my mom's house because her live in boyfriend is a hoarder and I can't handle the chaos.
“What screws us up the most in life is the picture in our head of what it's supposed to be.”
Also if your signature makes my scrolling mess up "you're tacky and I hate you."
Also if your signature makes my scrolling mess up "you're tacky and I hate you."
