Daxter_87
If my name is crossed out, hopefully I'm dead.
- May 28, 2023
- 400
I don't even have the energy to make this post worth anyone's time. Dreadful, just fucking awful. The feeling of dread is always there, even if it's only in the back of my mind. And people just make you feel that there's something wrong with you, that you need "help". Of course, I don't talk to anyone in real life about any of this, because I'd rather spare myself from hearing the cliché bullshit they usually say.
But the pain doesn't end there. On top of that, my brain has decided to torture me with OCD, which is just the fucking devil. Combine depression and OCD, and you have the recipe for absolute disaster. The fucker will even make me doubt whether I'm really depressed or not, whether I have OCD or not. What's next? It's going to make me doubt whether I have five fucking fingers on my goddamned hands.
Awful fucking brain, awful, awful, awful.
But the pain doesn't end there. On top of that, my brain has decided to torture me with OCD, which is just the fucking devil. Combine depression and OCD, and you have the recipe for absolute disaster. The fucker will even make me doubt whether I'm really depressed or not, whether I have OCD or not. What's next? It's going to make me doubt whether I have five fucking fingers on my goddamned hands.
Awful fucking brain, awful, awful, awful.