i am neurotic.

When I’m lying in bed and I can’t hear my boyfriend breathing, I’m afraid he’s died and I have to shake him awake. The same goes for any sleeping person in my presence.

When I have my period, I have to check the toilet twice or more everytime I go to the toilet because I’m afraid it wont flush and people will find out I have my period.

I can’t handle breathing noises. When someone breathes and I can hear audible whistling through their nose or exhalations from their mouth, I get SO painfully aggravated and anxious that all I can think about is leaving the situation as fast as possible.

whenever i am in public, listening to music on my iPod, and someone walks by me, i always pause the music to make sure i’m not making any weird noises. if i fail to pause the music, i hold my breath.

I could never stay over my friends houses when I was little, because I would constantly worry that something would happen to my family. I would call home at three a.m. and claim that my stomach hurt. My mom and sister recently told me that they used to bet on what time I’d call home.

Whenever I’m on holidays I try not to organise too many social events because I really want a few days to myself to veg out and relax. I then spend those days worrying about whether I have any friends and will die alone, having passed up invitations to sit at home and do nothing.

I cannot be bad. Whenever I play a game that gives me the option to do Good versus doing Bad, I cannot play the Bad character. I cannot play villains, I cannot hurt pixelated people. I am afraid that the people in the make-believe universe won’t like me.

Whenever I sing a song and someone tries to talk to me, I have to finish the part that I’m singing before I talk to them because otherwise it will bother me. Just the fact that I’m doing something and someone interrupt me irks me.

I have a habit of reading people’s shirts. I don’t care what it says as long as it has some sort of wording. This becomes a problem with my female friends. My female friends assume I’m looking at their boobs when I’m just reading their shirt. Btw… I’m a guy.

I cannot brush my teeth in a shared bathroom. For the past 3 months I’ve brushed my teeth in my room and spat into bottles