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╗How old am I?╔
Oh, seventeen, almost eighteen. Almost old enough to live on my own.. finally.

╗I've been a patient here for..╔
Three months, two days, and five hours. Approximately.

╗You want to know why I'm here? Well.╔
Let's see. They tell me I have Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder, and also a bit of plain old Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (Contrary to popular belief, yes, there is a difference between the two.), plus occasional anxiety attacks. I tend to worry a lot, and have a bit of a negative attitude.

╗Which way do I swing? That's such a weird question, but here goes.╔
Well, I've never really liked anyone, but I guess you could say I'm more attracted to boys. As long as they have excellent personal hygiene, and are perfectly symmetrical. Yeah.. I'm a bit hard to please.

╗Jack and Jill went up the hill.. hm, which am I?╔
I'm a female, obviously! Heh.

╗Personality? Yes, I've got one. Oh.. you want the specifics?╔
I am living in an insane asylum. That should be explanation enough.

Okay, fine! If I have to tell you, I might as well be thorough.. I can't stand not being thorough.. So, um.. I am not the easiest person to get along with. I have problems, obviously, and they tend to make me not-so-likable, if you know what I mean. I can be insanely stubborn, and I can't stand doing things other people's way. I'm used to doing everything for myself, and this has made me only trust myself to do things correctly. Some people can't stand my weird mannerisms (Counting things, cleaning all the time, making sure everything is perfectly neat and ordered.. to name a few..), but I guess I can't blame them. Sometimes I can't even stand myself. I really wish that I could get over all of this crap, but it's an obsession. I don't really have control over it. I can't stop. At least, not yet. I guess that's what I'm here for, to hopefully make some progress at becoming normal again. Not that I've ever been entirely normal. Once you get past my disorders, though, I'm actually not so bad, or so I've been told. I mean, I may be a little difficult to deal with, but some people might not mind that? I will admit that I'm extremely pessimistic, and sometimes sarcastic as well. But when you've lived a life like mine, that's not so unusual.

My obsessions can cause me physical discomfort. I strive for perfection constantly.. and it can make me do things that aren't really good for me. I have to stay at 115 pounds. That is the perfect number for my height, in my opinion, and whenever I go above or below that many pounds, I'll either eat tons until I get back up to it, or starve myself until I get back down to it - which only takes a day or two in each case, either way. It's not really an eating disorder, though, since it's not all that extreme. For another example, when I'm practicing my music, be it piano or guitar, sometimes I can get so into playing the song perfectly that I'll literally practice until my fingers are injured. The doctors think that's terrible, but they know if they took away my music, it'd just make things worse. Music is one of the things that makes me feel better. Besides, that kind of thing only happens when I'm not having a good day disorder-wise. And thankfully, I can control myself somewhat at least most of the time.

╗Once upon a time, in a land not so far away..╔
There was a man and a woman who were very much in love.

The man was a professional musician, while the woman worked at a big company as a secretary. She was the proper type, he, the rebel. The oh-so-perfect, but, of course, unacceptable match. At least, as far as their families were concerned. So what did they do? They ran off together, of course! Got married in Vegas, you know, which was the popular thing to do at that time when your relationship had reached the tragic Romeo-and-Juliet-esque stage. Their families weren't happy about it in the least, but the man and the woman were ecstatic. They rented a small apartment in Nevada, and started their life together.

They also started their family. Yes, I think you know what that means. They had me, their darling baby girl who they loved as much as they loved each other. I was a very spoiled baby, and grew into a cheerful, fun-loving little girl. Unfortunately, this happy life couldn't last. Isn't that just the way of things? Yes, I know what you're thinking. What happened to ruin my perfect happiness? Well, you see.. my parents were killed. They had gone out to dinner, leaving me with a babysitter, and on their way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. I was still pretty young, so I didn't understand what was going on for a while. I thought, "Oh, mommy and daddy aren't coming home yet. They must be having too much fun! Aaaaw, they're on vacation without me.." Then, the day before their funeral, someone explained to me that yes, my parents were gone, but they were not going to come back. Ever. I must have cried for days after that.

And then they came for me. They told me they were going to take me to live with a family who wanted me, because apparently, my relatives did not. Yes, I was to be a foster child. This is where all of my problems started. You see, having been somewhat spoiled, my foster parents and I had many disagreements, and I never wanted to obey them. They weren't my parents, so why should I obey? Because of my bad attitude, I was ferried off to another family. And then another. And another. I began to form strange habits, and became obsessed with perfection and order and balance. Changing homes and schools, friends and families so often made me turn to myself for everything. I could only rely on me. I could only hold to my strange habits and obsessions to keep me grounded, like an anchor. And that's how it's been for so long. My last foster family was the first to think that maybe my strange personality and habits were something I wasn't in control of, so they sent me here. I'm not happy with it, but at the same time, I know it's for my own good. Someone can't live their entire life this way. It's not living.

╗Make my heart skip a beat..╔
I don't really have a crush on anyone. Haven't met a perfect boy yet. Don't know if they exist, actually.

╗I love you..╔
○g o o d d a y s. In other words, days when my disorder is more under control.
○c l e a n l i n e s s and ○o r g a n i z a t i o n. It just makes things easier for me.
○m u s i c. You could call it my release.
○p e r f e c t i o n. I strive for it in all things. Though it's not always of my own volition..
○re a d i n g. I like to pretend I'm the characters in the book. If I were someone else, I'd be so much happier..
○sl e e p. When you're asleep, you forget the problems you have when you're awake. There are nightmares, though.. I don't like those much.

╗I love you not..╔
●d i r t, g e r m s, d u s t, s o a p s c u m, s m e a r s, c l u t t e r.. um.. just.. stuff that isn't clean and neat.
●b a d days.
The ●o t h e r p a t i e n t s. Or, well, most of them anyway.
Being
●t o l d what to d o.
When people ●t a l k d o w n t o m e just because I have a disorder. It doesn't mean I'm not as intelligent as them. I still have the same feelings they do, too!

╗Fear is the mind killer, and mine is surely dying.╔
I'm afraid of needles, germs, dying, heights, spiders, snakes, and driving. To name the more major ones, anyway.

╗I see my shrink at..╔
9:00 A.M. Unfortunately, since I like to sleep in later than that.. Oh well.

╗My doctor? That would be..╔
doctor un.