I fingered the last piece of the puzzle in my hand that completed the picture, finished the jigsaw. Read more »

I have obsessive compulsive disorder. I’m not a germaphobe or a checker, I just really hate odd numbers. It’s hard to explain, I just don’t feel right and I have to rectify it. I see one shoe on the floor, I have to find the other before the anxiety becomes unbearable. I buy food in pairs. I have two cars, even though I only use one. Read more »

I took the drugs to allow me to escape the depressing life I made for myself. A combination of bad decisions and lack of a father figure brought me here. Read more »

I’ve just moved into a house a serial killer used to own. My closest friends think I’m crazy; but I wasn’t going to turn down such an opportunity.

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Fighting for air, he tries to make his way to shore…