Routine, routine, routine, goddamn routine, routine.
I am cyclical, I am predicable, I am brittle, I am dull.
Patterns, order, patterns, order. Neat neat neat neat.
Call it obsessive, call it compulsive. Disorder? Please.
Lights on, light off. Brush your teeth, once, twice, three.
The world is ending, we're all dying. There's so much to see.
Liking shit organized doesn't make you special, or "so OCD".
You're neurotic; not broken, not repetition, not trapped, not me.
Things are going too well. You'll get cancer. Is that dirty or clean?
Everything is contaminated. Death. Your house will burn down today.
Cleaning your fucking desk drawer means you're bored, not "so OCD".
There's bugs. There's germs. There's illness. Repeat, rerun, replay.
I'm not your manic pixie dream girl. This isn't cute, not "quirky".
Wash your hands, or your grandpa will die. Drive into that tree.
You're aberrant, rude, and fucking stale. You're not "just so OCD".
You're not methodic, you're not fixed, you're not lost, not me.
About the Creator
Kat Pereira
I'm Kat, a 26 year old writer from Cincinnati, OH. Writing is my full time job and life long love. As a BIPOC woman, sexual abuse and trauma survivor, and occultist, I feel that I have much to offer to anyone looking for meaningful content.
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