When I'm anxious, annoyed, or angry, I say, inwardly: OH F ME IN THE A GOD DAMN IT FUCKBAG. I have OCD, paranoia, and anxiety. What a great complication, right? So I'm paranoid that I didn't get something done, then I feel anxious and sometimes get anxiety attacks. I'm in seventh grade. So listen to me, bitching over here like a little kid. I sound so selfish, I think, while I reread this. Well fuck it. It's time I let loose those annoying ass feelings. So let's say I didn't do the laundry. First thoughts: "Well I'm fucked, aren't I?" What am I supposed to wear to school, poking like a fucking hobo. Yeah that's right I cuss a lot. Oh well. So then I do my laundry, fixated over the exact amount of soap I put into the washer. WELL FUCK I DIDNT DO THE DISHES. OH WELL EVERYONE GRAB A PLATE THATS DUCKING SEPTIC AND SHIT. I'm the only one that does chores in my house, the important chores anyway. I do the dishes, laundry, clean the house (all 9 rooms) dust, sweep, mop, replace light bulbs, all that shit. You know what else is great? I have breathing problems. I fell down the stairs and the corner of a setp went INTO MY FUCKING LUNGS, I almost died. Anyways, the breathing problems don't help when I get anxiety attacks.

When I'm anxious, annoyed, or angry, I say, inwardly: OH F ME IN THE A GOD DAMN IT FUCKBAG. I have OCD, paranoia, and anxiety. What a great complication, right? So I'm paranoid that I didn't get something done, then I feel anxious and sometimes get anxiety attacks. I'm in seventh grade. So listen to me, bitching over here like a little kid. I sound so selfish, I think, while I reread this. Well fuck it. It's time I let loose those annoying ass feelings. So let's say I didn't do the laundry. First thoughts: "Well I'm fucked, aren't I?" What am I supposed to wear to school, poking like a fucking hobo. Yeah that's right I cuss a lot. Oh well. So then I do my laundry, fixated over the exact amount of soap I put into the washer. WELL FUCK I DIDNT DO THE DISHES. OH WELL EVERYONE GRAB A PLATE THATS DUCKING SEPTIC AND SHIT. I'm the only one that does chores in my house, the important chores anyway. I do the dishes, laundry, clean the house (all 9 rooms) dust, sweep, mop, replace light bulbs, all that shit. You know what else is great? I have breathing problems. I fell down the stairs and the corner of a setp went INTO MY FUCKING LUNGS, I almost died. Anyways, the breathing problems don't help when I get anxiety attacks.
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