Hi all
I don't know what to talk about this week. I probably should, but I don't. I'm trying to think of how to write my chapter for Glad and would also like to work on my own projects. One of them is my diary, chronicling my life. I think to be sensible, I'll change the names of the people involved including myself. As nice as it would be to commit suicide by association, I think it may result in me being tortured and having my entrails displayed in front of my screaming agonising face, people throwing poo and weeing on me, shouting 'pedo sex scum sicko'.
I also have a few other ideas but , I can't write and I can't learn and I cannot concentrate and I cannot love, and truddles is leaving the forum. Its not fair. Next Glad will go, then Joyce, then I'll be on my own again. This sucks.
Hmmm, I just don't know. Why can't I not have OCD? That professor in my opinion at the conference was not totally right about it never being too late to reverse effects of OCD. For everything, other than Pedo OCD, this would be right, but for me it isn't. I just cannot believe I've never been able to get rid of this thought.
I'm worried it started as a compulsion and I thought it was wrong, but the thought felt forced and fake. Could I be a bad person? Does anyone want my address so that they can petrolbomb my house? I suppose I shouldn't talk like this, but I will never be complete. I will always be alone. I will never find a woman to love.
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