A man with OCD recites a poem about his one true love. It’s heartbreaking.
To everyone who ever said “I have OCD” just because they’re organized, tidy, super clean, meticulous…this is what OCD looks like.
How about we stop using that term so lightly.
it’s that time of year again
I look okay. I sound okay. I act okay. I want to be okay. But I’m not. I’m not okay. I was never okay and I don’t think I’ll be okay. I’m sorry.
Like a text message or someone’s status. Everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. Or found out something you were better off not knowing. It’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. But you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. It sucks how one little thing can ruin your whole day.
This is important. Stop big cat hunting. This literally is making me cry.
The way the lion tries to shut out the light…
:Why would you shoot it?
I just think hunting in general is fuckin’ dumb. that lion was so beautiful. and there isn’t a ton of them out there. i want to hunt that basic ignorant bitch
fuck that bitch, I’m pissed
We’re a team, aren’t we? And I’m so proud of my victors. So proud. You both deserved so much better. I am truly sorry.
My eyes hurt because I can’t sleep but I can’t sleep because my head hurts from serious anxiety.
I’m a poet who can’t write, an intellect who can’t excel academically, i’m drowning in my own failures and I’ve never been good at asking for help.
I feel mentally claustrophobic and I don’t know how, but right now I’d just like to relax.