Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 6:22 am
Today I got stuck on thinking about trading my dog for another one. I love her, and she's my friend. I don't know how I come up with this stuff. Then the doubting set in. I was doubting wether or not I would miss her. I know I would, but when obsessing over it, sometimes I can't tell. I have these kinds of thoughts everyday, and sometimes it's over the silliest stuff. It kind of makes me feel comfortable in a way, knowing that it's a disorder, and the evil thoughts are just part of this disorder.