"The First time I saw her everything in my head when Quiet, all the ticks just disappeared
When you have OCD, you don't really get quiet moments
When we moved in together she said she felt safe, like no one could ever rob use because I definitely locked the door 18 times
I want her back so bad
I leave the door unlocked"
A quote from a poem by Neil Hilborn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnKZ4pdSU-s&app=desktop), and a poem that accurately describes how I feel most days having lost someone special to me. I've been diagnosed with Obsessive compulsive for 4 years now, and I've had my ups and downs. I am glad to say that While its not gone completely, and it never will be, I am doing better to the point that I've managed to get off one of my medications completely, and I feel great(ish)
Life in general is getting better. I'm still in Financial hot water, but I managed to find a new Job that I start on Friday. I've come to terms over what went wrong for me in college, and lucky for me I managed to do so poorly, that Instead of being counted as a transfer student, I will be starting as a regular Freshmen in the fall, but only part time. My life is finally settling down, and I hope it stays that way. I got tix for a concert at the end of July (my friends band is opening for fucking MUSHROOMHEAD). I still eventually want to move overseas, but first I want to focus on moving out of my parents house, so in a few months, I'm gonna start apartment hunting.
My love life is as bland as ever, so I kinda sorta joined a dating site due to my trouble approaching new people, so we'll see how that pans out.
But yeah, life is good, and I hope everyone is doing good also
-David
(p.s. I'm alot more active on Facebook, feel free to add me at https://www.facebook.com/Nitrogannex?ref=tn_tnmn)