Ocd Me

123 OCD so goes the repeated anthem out of sight constantly in mind dead from "checking" the thousandth time 123 OCD sung by millions worldwide over lights, faucets, germs and more conjouring up worries, Did I lock the front door? 123 OCD shouted in times of frustration off, off, off make sure the irons cold counting, touching, cleaning Did I really turn off the stove? 123 OCD will surely be the death of me!

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Dan Kearley

Date: 8/4/2011 6:20:00 PM

Oh I know how you feel..haha.I've got my own little querks.Here is just one,I can't go to bed without checking to make sure the fridge is shut...lol

Emma Anonymous
Date: 8/5/2011 12:51:00 PM

That's a little weird. . .just kidding! We're all weirdos in some way, thanks for identifying

Destiny Budd

Date: 8/4/2011 11:02:00 AM

Haha. I like this. I never really considered the anxiety of "did I turn this off?" as OCD but I guess it is. I suppose we all have a bit in us cause I can relate! :)