#it never.

Something I recently discovered about myself is

I think I have moral OCD.

Where. I am constantly scrutinizing myself and finding new ways to say I'm a bad person.

Like.

for example— I just caught myself doing this like one second ago-

I went to borrow my mom's comb.

And I saw some hair left behind in it.

And my immediate thought was "I'm stressing my mom out. I'm a bad person. I shouldn't have asked her to take me to the store today"

Like a small amount of hair being in a comb isn't the most mundane sight ever.

And it never.

Stops.

It

NEVER

FUCKING

STOPS

I am legitimately so fucking exhausted and emotionally drained all the goddamn time because this is my life and this is my brain.