my OCD mantras

I shall not clean. I shall not clean. I shall not clean. I shall not clean... Not again. Not once more. Not just this once. No. I shall not clean.

Still I feel stressed and I really want to cry and clean. Its like when you build the most amazing lego construction, and a baby walks on it... You feel sad, and desperate, and see all that hard work go to waste, but you can't blaim the baby, and you know they didn't meant it, but still, it feels like shit to have to do it all over again...