I'm leaving out the assumption that OCD was what I had, but again, this seems to sum up perfectly just what I was struggling with. Please believe me, I never meant to hurt anyone. I am not a bad person. I'm tired of feeling like some kind of monster or a freak for the things that I did or thought. I'm tired of feeling guilt every day for continually hurting the person that I love the most. I want to make things right, for me and for her.