Inside My Head Is Not A Nice Place To Be

I live in constant fear than I’m either too much, or not enough.

having ocd is so funny bc you’ll be like “oh my god what if i just imagined all my symptoms and i don’t actually have ocd and i’ve been lying to everyone this whole time” and it’s like, dawg. that is The Symptom.

My default assumption is that I'm always in the way and nobody actually wants to be around me

maybe im the problem again after all

Just because I pretended to handle it well doesn't mean that I did.

Sorry for inconveniencing you with my issues. I should have suffered in silence like I'm supposed to.

been running on "i'm still breathing so i'm fine" for a little too long.

the traumatized urge to over explain things so that i'm not misunderstood

being raised by adults who were always angry at you means becoming an adult who’s always angry at yourself

having OCD is so funny because I can promise you that any given point I am having a complex and heated inner dialogue with myself, and I am losing.

i feel so left out. like everyone around me knows how to be a human and i don’t.

“you’re so funny” thanks i would have been lobotomized in the 1940s