K
Kennish
Specialist
- Aug 17, 2021
- 379
My OCD is killing me. I can't wear any clothes, I feel like my body is put together the wrong way. Everything I wear there's something wrong. I can't even explain it properly. I begun telling people I can't go on like this. It helps to put words on it. They understand I don't want to live anymore. But it hurts my heart that I'm in this hell all the time. All other people just puts clothes on every day and feel comfortable about. I constantly feel unpleasant. My OCD is killing me. Literally. I really just want to die. I want to die all the time. I'm saving up for N at this moment. I'm getting the anti-emetics soon and will try it out. I want out of this body. Out of this world. I wanna have peace. My soul needs peace.