I wish I had the kind of depression that makes people more artistic, instead of the kind that makes me sink into despair as I draw and want to delete everything I've written in the past hour.

I also wish I had the kind of OCD that makes people clean and tidy instead of the kind that makes me pull my hair out, pop my knuckles, have obsessive thoughts about arranging letters and words in groups of 5, and worrying about things I said a week ago that I think people are secretly making fun of me for.

At least I have a good metabolism. Being overweight would just be one too many things to worry about and I would probably never leave the house. Also I would probably never eat because I'm so picky and allergic as it is, and if I took fattening things out of my diet there would be nothing left.

*Disclaimer: Not doctor-diagnosed depression and OCD but it's pretty much what it has to be.