#texts.ocd

[madeofbees]

me: *sitting quietly scrolling through pinterest looking for journal ideas*

me: *sees the craft scissors on the couch next to me*

ocd: stab yourself

me: excuse me ???

ocd: pick up the scissors and stab the thickest meatiest part of your thigh

me: what the actual fuck no

ocd: …stab?

me: they’re way too dull for that, bro

me: and still a little sticky from all the popsicles

me: i don’t want to get sticky

ocd: but stab :(

me: but no

[madeofbees]

me: i would like a sleep please

ocd spider: okay but what if you got rid of all your dandruff before sleeping

me: that’d be neat but it’s 6am i want to sleep

ocd spider: excellent so we agree, you need to peel all the skin off your skull before you can sleep

me: that is NOT what i said

ocd spider: then why is your hand moving to your head

me: idk can you stop moving it please

ocd spider: just a little

me: i don’t want to i want to sleep and be normal and not look like a crazy person when I leave the house

ocd spider: then you gotta get rid of the dandruff, people judge you for that

me: not as much as having a scabby scalp, now we can’t go get our hair done

ocd spider: ooh yeahhh too late babe

me, actively picking: wait what—how—i said no!

ocd spider: since you’re already working on that one spot, you might as well finish

me: i want to finish SLEEPING

ocd spider: then REMOVE your SKIN

[madeofbees]

brain: stop picking at the dry skin you’ll make it worse

ocd: *picks*

skin: *gets worse*

me: shocked pikachu face

brain: okay so you’re gonna stop now right

me: *humming loudly whilst digging fingernails into my scalp* can’t hear youuu~~

brain: you can’t go to the salon with scabs all over your head don’t you want the salon you love the salon

me: solid logic, point to you

brain: then why are you bleeding

me: shan’t

brain: that—that isn’t even an answer

me: amn’t

brain, desperate: it is ILLEGAL to scan you will go to JAIL

me: yes indeedy same page that is a truth fact

brain: tHEN WHY ARE YOU SCANNING

me: i will literally physically die if i stop

brain: i promise that isn’t true please stop peeling your skin off

ocd: LITERAL PHYSICAL DEATH

brain: but—

ocd: ☠️☠️☠️ D ☠️ E ☠️ A ☠️ T ☠️ H ☠️☠️☠️

ocd: hey spend a half hour making a tumblr post instead of sleeping, at least you won’t be scanning!

brain: …y’know what fine close enough i hate working here anyway go die in a fire

intrusive thoughts: 🔥🔥