Tuesday, October 31, 2006

 
When I die I want to be a sleep. I want to die a peaceful death not a bad one like to burn in fire, to drown, to be mald by a dog or something of those natures. I do not want to feel anything when I die.

My obsessive compulsive things are when a tag on a my shirt keeps on scratching or itching me on my back I have to rip it out I just can't tuck it back into my shirt. Another one is if I have a new pair of shoes on and if I scratched them up I have to try and get the spot off them. If I can't get the spot off them I don't really care for them snymore. So if I scratch them again I won't make an attempt to clean them.

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