The first one was a little bit nervous about coming out here. But I remember that the voices in my head laugh at everything I say anyway. See, I have schizophrenia. I think it can be interesting hearing voices. I get voices on the appearance of people, the sex life of the boss driver, the fact that I probably should have worn clothes before I left my apartment. I also get voices, you know, saying, some people feel sorry for me, some people say, oh, you can get better, and some people just don't care. But I couldn't care less because they're just voices in my head. I also get hallucinations. So one time I was shopping at Saibon Furns and I swear I saw a package moving. Freaked out, I looked closer, and it was a cockroach. See, I could handle him being there. It was just a little bit much when he asked about my Saibon card. Another side effect of my medication? I drool. It would be great to have a girlfriend and say, oh, Ashley, I love it when saliva comes from your mouth. I need you to do it some more. I spent some time on the side board when I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. My brother took me on a day pass, and he drove me to the parking lot of Riverview Hospital. As a joke, he said, ash, this is your new home. I was terrified because the only internet they had was Dala. There was also this creepy old guy that kept asking me strange questions while I was on the side board. I think it's time for a new psychiatrist. You know your word is boring when the most exciting part of your day is getting sparkles for your collage. Or finishing a puzzle with only three missing pieces. I'm a big gaming nerd, and I like to play this game all that for dad, where you have to run from zombies and make it to a safer room. It sounds like a typical day on the side board. The only difference is that the nurses put up more of a fight. I'm a germaphobe, and I don't touch food when I eat it. I always use a knife and fork. So, I think not touching food with my hands would be a good way to lose weight. Obviously not. I have a dilemma when I take my medication. The other day I was feeling especially nervous, and I didn't take any clonazapam. Not because I was afraid of the side effects, but because I was too scared to touch the bottle. And I'm the only one I know that goes to Starbucks and asks the Bernice to wash their hands before they get carried away. I get responses like, are you kidding me? To what a weirdo. To she's on to me. I hope she doesn't tell the boys. I also went to Starbucks and I got La Presse. Thumbs up for Starbucks! I use so many Lyceau wipes that I have stock in the company. In fact, I'm going to be their spokesperson. Hi, I'm Ashley, and I'm a germaphobe. Do I have to sanitize these wipes before I touch them? I was really disappointed the other day because I saw a sign that said women's panties have walked. I was also really disappointed when I went to see the baron-aged ladies. Some people think that money is the root of all people. Well, they're wrong. Public toilets are. I'm a germaphobe, as I said. And my toilet seat is so clean that you can eat off of it. In fact, just the other day I had a wrong roast. When people see a cat, they think, oh, how cute. When I see a cat, I think, I wonder how many gallons of bleach it would take for fluffy to be safe to touch. See, I'm the queen of anxiety, and I've got major anxiety. And I've been giving this tool to work on my anxiety, and that's to give a name. My anxiety's name is Albert. So when my neighbors hear me yell, f you Albert, do they think I either got a roommate, or they finally found the guy from the second floor? I'm a heavy metal fan, and a lot of people tell me that it will have a negative influence on me. You know, a heavy metal having a negative influence. And I thought, yeah, well, maybe. But maybe that might be my weekly virgin sacrifice. My grandma introduced me to one of her friends one time. And her friend said, what a handsome grandson you have. Oh, love. I thought, at least she thinks I'm good looking. With my anxiety, my strongest and more stress is doing laundry. I just cannot get over the fact that I'm washing my underwear in the same machine as the 90 year old lady down the hall. One of these days, I'm going to have to let her out. That much, you just saved me 100 bucks, I'd rather not spend on a therapist.