theseadog

My OCD is out of fucking control today. I haven't been this bad since I was a kid. Symmetry is hapiness. Perfection must be obtained. My grammar is pissing me off. I make too many typos. I can't speak properly. I always say the wrong word, or stutter. The pens aren't lined up. They aren't far enough away. Now they're too far. I made two periods in that sentence. I have to edit it. Now the post say edited at the bottom. I hate that. My computer and its accessories have too many wires going everywhere. Everything should be bluetooth. Everything should take batteries. Huge fucking batteries that don't make my electronics groggy when they're going dead. I don't have a bed. The blankets look like shit on the floor there. Why does my hand keep bumping the pens. Must move them further. No that's too far again. How many times did I just scratch my leg? 4? Ok, I'll have to scratch my other leg with the other hand. No, 4 doesn't feel right. 5 doesn't feel right either. That was too much. Let's try again. Fuck. I spilled soda on the desk. Wipe that up. No, now it's sticky. We can't have that. Why do I have two grey friends? It doesn't look right. I have a row with only one person in it. Should I delete someone? My leg itches again. I won't scratch it, to keep on the safe side. Fuck, I scratched it. One. Two. Three. Four. My hand bumped the pens.

Somebody fucking brain me with a baseball bat. Please.