Dear
OCD,
I'll
tell
you
what.
You've
made
my
life
nearly
impossible
for
as
long
as
I
can
remember.
People
find
me
odd
when
they
notice
all
those
little
things
you
force
me
to
do.
You've
cost
me
friends.
You've
cost
me
opportunities
But
worst
of
all,
you've
cost
me
the
feeling
of
ever
being
close
with
someone.
I
see
people
all
the
time
who
have
managed
to
foster
a
relationship
with
someone
that
seems
so
strong
and
so
genuine.
Sharing
all
with
one
another
fearing
nothing
in
their
love
and
friendship.
Well
OCD,
you've
made
sure
that
this
never
happened
to
me.
You
ensured
that
I'd
scare
people
away.
They'd
start
to
get
close
and
then
didn't
understand
me.
Sure
I
found
others
that
you
torture.
But
that
never
seemed
to
work
out
either.
I'm
afraid
to
truly
open
up
to
anyone.
There
are
a
few
that
I
gotten
surprisingly
close
to.
One
individual
and
I
have
gotten
to
be
surprisingly
close
friends.
I've
told
her
things
about
you
and
how
you
make
me
feel
that
no
one
else
knows.
But
even
around
her
I
keep
up
a
front.
I
let
out
a
lot
of
the
crazy...
But
I
keep
a
lot
in.
I
don't
let
anyone
too
close.
I'm
afraid
they
might
not
like
what
they
see.
I
fear
I'll
never
be
loved.
And
that's
what
I
want
more
than
anything
else.
You've
turned
me
into
a
neurotic
mess.
I've
learned
about
you
in
college.
I've
also
learned
what
you've
done
to
me.
How
you've
changed
or
influenced
who
I
am.
I'm
going
to
school
to
make
sure
that
what
you
did
to
me
as
a
child
doesn't
happen
as
much
as
it
could.
I
know
I
can't
stop
you
from
hurting
others.
But
I
can
help
them
work
through
the
pain.
One
last
thing
before
I
go.
If
you
cost
me
her.
I'll
hate
you
far
more
than
I
ever
have
before.
I'll
despise
you.
Worst
of
all,
I'll
despise
myself
for
letting
you.
-Tim
