jdbsgkjvbds someone moved the kitchen around while I was gone. Not only is this a problem because I am super picky with where everything is in a kitchen, but all my Vegan food got either thrown away or mixed in with the other food, and now idk what the fuck is mine. I can’t even go in the kitchen to fix it, because my head is going to explode. My OCD is the worst in the kitchen, and when you move shit around on someone who has OCD, it eats at them. It eats at the very core of their being. I seriously can’t go in the kitchen without slipping into an anxiety attack and getting pissed off. My head hurts. Fuck.