Daxter_87
If my name is crossed out, hopefully I'm dead.
- May 28, 2023
- 400
If I only had a gun, I could do the job in a heartbeat. Sometimes I wish a sniper would shoot me. A quick, clean headshot.
Now my father makes very loud noises almost every day, so I can't even indulge in activities that used to bring me some comfort or escape, like listening to music. I have given up video games for similar reasons - for instance, I had to wear earbuds every time I played, and putting them on is quite a tedious chore when you also have OCD, which brings us to the next point.
OCD is such a bastard and a boner-killer. I have to go through endless, pointless, and ridiculous rituals all the time, either in my head or in the real world. All tasks take forever, even the smallest, most insignificant ones. It's all so fucking tiring, and I'm utterly done and sick of it. Sick of it all. I want out.
Mmm, let's see, I also have tics, lots of tics, and the more stressed I get, the worse they get. Needless to say, I'm always stressed, whether it's about noise, OCD, or whatever other torturous ordeal it is, so the tics often skyrocket.
As time goes on, things seem to get worse and worse; you think you've hit rock bottom, but you haven't. Life somehow always finds a way to torture you more than you could ever imagine, and we must remember that millions of people are in extreme, excruciating pain, which therefore means that the possibilities are limitless.
I beg God, or whatever sadistic motherfucker is up there, to stop torturing people and animals, come down here, and have a "talk" with me. There's going to be bloodshed.
P.S. Yeah, yeah, God doesn't exist, I know. Please save your nitpicking for another time.
Now my father makes very loud noises almost every day, so I can't even indulge in activities that used to bring me some comfort or escape, like listening to music. I have given up video games for similar reasons - for instance, I had to wear earbuds every time I played, and putting them on is quite a tedious chore when you also have OCD, which brings us to the next point.
OCD is such a bastard and a boner-killer. I have to go through endless, pointless, and ridiculous rituals all the time, either in my head or in the real world. All tasks take forever, even the smallest, most insignificant ones. It's all so fucking tiring, and I'm utterly done and sick of it. Sick of it all. I want out.
Mmm, let's see, I also have tics, lots of tics, and the more stressed I get, the worse they get. Needless to say, I'm always stressed, whether it's about noise, OCD, or whatever other torturous ordeal it is, so the tics often skyrocket.
As time goes on, things seem to get worse and worse; you think you've hit rock bottom, but you haven't. Life somehow always finds a way to torture you more than you could ever imagine, and we must remember that millions of people are in extreme, excruciating pain, which therefore means that the possibilities are limitless.
I beg God, or whatever sadistic motherfucker is up there, to stop torturing people and animals, come down here, and have a "talk" with me. There's going to be bloodshed.
P.S. Yeah, yeah, God doesn't exist, I know. Please save your nitpicking for another time.
