I like to think I'm plagued with OCD, even though I will prolly never reach the stage of being a real patient. That saddens me. I'd kill for a routined life.
I'm a sucker for a kind word romance, and I will hurt until I find one.
"Honestly, I wonder when I can relax & read what I want & lie in the sun." Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. April 1951 (via violentwavesofemotion)
