Katie

I'm weird--I'm the first person who'd tell you that and the last person to argue it. Plain and simple. I look weird. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. You know those people who wash their hands an inordenant amount of times or have to do things repetitively? Yeah, that's what I have. For me, some things I struggle with are touching/tapping things, holding my breath, jerking, going through a door multiple times before entering a room--but I don't struggle with them as much anymore. A lot, I'm past. I'm getting help and fighting it. Possibly the biggest problem, though, is self-mutilation helped along by the OCD. My body is riddled with scratches and scars. Again, I'm working at stopping. I act weird. I don't mind doing something crazy or out of the ordenary--such as dressing up in a costume for no reasons other than fun and making people smile. I try to show the world a cheery grin, and while I often like that on the inside, I'm sometimes not. Sometimes, I'm hurting, yet I try not to show it. Yeah, I know, a lot of people are like that. Funny thing, though, I also tend to wear my heart on my sleeve a lot--can't tell you how many things I've cried about. I guess that personality test I took a while back might be on to something, saying that I'm like my favorite color, midnight blue; complex and mysterious. So, yeah, I'm weird.