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Oreo Cookie Dessert
I think I have OCD, but I’m not really sure…
I don’t know what OCD is but my mom thinks I have it…
I really want to figure this out…
These papers are not straight…
They need to be straight.
I stack them and restack them trying to focus on the problem at hand…
Maybe some fresh air will help me concentrate…
I walk out side and sit down with my back against a wall…
I arrange some rocks according to size.
They need to be arranged by size.
I just cannot figure out what this OCD thing is…
Beginning to get frustrated I turn around and slowly count the bricks…
One brick, two bricks, four hundred eighty five bricks…
This is strangely comforting, this simple counting…
Ugh!! I’m off track again and I need to solve this once and for all…
This day is too distracting…
My shoelaces are not the same length.
They need to be the same length.
Maybe OCD means Oreo Cookie Dessert…
I made that once…
My mom is dumb!!
I don’t have OCD!
Now my problem is solved, so I get up and go inside…
I walk into the kitchen and make myself something to eat..
NOW… I have OCD:)