Polly will not get better, so please take this as an indefinite hiatus
I got rejected from another job. I asked my parents if they wanted to book for a TV show and they just squabbled over dates until I got bored and left. I was in town today so apparently I don't get the computer, even to look for sodding jobs, of which there appear to be none in this shitty city. Meanwhile my brother's playing crappy games and sponging off my parents when he gets into debt, which he did for the third time this month, to the tune of £200. I work for my money. He gets a handout! Because he's him! And to top it off, a shop I went for interview at, who screwed me over by telling me the 16-hour vacancy I'd applied for had gone, are now fucking re-advertising that same 16-hour job. It would appear I am simply not good enough for hanging clothes out and using a till. Maybe it's my face?
My brother's upset my mum and they're having a huge argument because he's too lazy to do his uni work and the dogs are getting really anxious and Mum was really happy this morning and now my brother's spoiled it all and fuck my life can I die now please.
And just in the last few seconds he's started screaming at her and oh fuck's sake I hate him.
So today, my mother handed me a book on coping strategies for OCD. Should I be worried?