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A pick here, And a pick there, Before I know it, I'm bleeding, Then there's a scab. A spot on the floor, I have to make it clean. A hair out of place, It has to be moved. Books out of order, Movies not alphabetized, Shirts not color coded in the closet, Shoes not put in a perfect line, A messy binder... These things drive me insane. Simple things that normal people dont care about, Or just look over, A sentence not beginning with a capital letter, Or not having any punctuation at the end. They make me tick. They say I have a thing called OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, I don't have a disorder, I just want things neat, Organized, And clean. Is there something wrong with that?
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
A pick here, And a pick there, Before I know it, I'm bleeding, Then there's a scab. A spot on the floor, I have to make it clean. A hair out of place, It has to be moved. Books out of order, Movies not alphabetized, Shirts not color coded in the closet, Shoes not put in a perfect line, A messy binder... These things drive me insane. Simple things that normal people dont care about, Or just look over, A sentence not beginning with a capital letter, Or not having any punctuation at the end. They make me tick. They say I have a thing called OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, I don't have a disorder, I just want things neat, Organized, And clean. Is there something wrong with that?
Apparently OCD is a very serious thing, and it just progresses and gets worse...I don't know. I didn't think there was anything wrong with wanting things organized, clean, and controlled.
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
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