People told me I wanted attention. That I craved sympathy. That I needed to be everyone's best friend. That I was nosy and dramatic. Soon, these became things I told myself, too.
These past few weeks have been tough. Scratch that. My entire life has been tough. But whose isn’t? In July, I went to a concert to see Panic! At The Disco and Weezer, and after eating and drinking all night, I didn’t feel too well. My stomach was in so much pain that as soon … Continue reading My OCD and Me: Why am I so Weak?