Decompressing after days of rushing is just about the worst feeling ever.

I can't believe it's almost over. I'm not ready to move on yet.

The blissful thing about being sick is that you don't have the mental capacity to think in the long term.

Unfortunately, now everything is coming apart at the seams. I know it will get salvaged somehow, but I foresee a lot of bs and all-nighters. This always happens, doesn't it?

Everything just explodes for a while, and then it all comes back together. Guess some of us just don't get to live stable lives. That's the price you pay for excitement, I suppose.

Pipe Dreams

You know you're OCD when you have dreams about hand-sanitizer fundraisers.

Lern 2 OCD nub

I'm not sure if it's right to be all haughty when someone says something like "omg I'm so OCD cause I like to wash my hands a lot", because I'm usually thinking "bitch, please. I was doin' that shit in 7th grade. No tics, no rits, get outta here kid."

I met you a long time ago.

I hated you at first. Always around, keeping me up at night, making me frustrated during the day. I wished you would go away, but you were always there. Sometimes you'd disappear, but you'd always be back.

But then, I started needing you. I would stay up and you would be there for me. You kept the nightmares away.

Now our paths randomly cross. Our meetings are fleeting, but that's for the best. No sense of being overwhelmed. Just long enough.

I'll always need you. And you'll always need me.

Funny how that works.

Being sick is weird, in that I read more instead of doing other things.