I hate to think that all good things come to an end, but I have the feeling that they do.

That someday, things will end. That the truth will come out and you’ll leave me. That I’ll cause something bad to happen.

I don’t know. Part of me knows it’s not true that I’ll do something bad because of my OCD. I have these repetitive thoughts freaking me out that I’ll cheat on my boyfriend. It’s not true because I’m a very, very dedicated person and I couldn’t ask for someone better, nor does anyone I know hold a candle to him. I don’t want anyone else. But my OCD says ‘you’re going to end up cheating on him and you’ll be a horrible person and it’ll all be your fault.’ I know it’s the last thing in the world that I would ever do, but my OCD keeps telling me that it’s going to happen.