The FIONA APPLE reveals battle with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I had really bad obsessive-compulsive disorder. At its worst, I was compelled to leave my house at three o’clock in the morning and go out in the alley because I just knew that the paper-towel roll I threw in the recycling bin was uncomfortable, like it was lying the wrong way, and I would be down in the garbage.

Crazy. Adorable. Loveable.

Where does one go when they can’t trust their brain ?

Unfortunately though I still ain’t warmed to her newest long_one.