Today is my birthday and I’m 25. While others feel lonely when no one else is around, I feel most lonely when I’m around my family. I have OCD and they all know this. I don’t know why I care about what chair I sit in, or what order things go in, but I do. The worst part is that they know, and it wouldn’t be so bad if they just didn’t care, but it’s like they go out of their way to torture me about the things I care about, and then laugh when I get mad. My parents never hear […]