Everyone thinks I am a hypochondriac but my body is telling me something is wrong. I'm scared to death that I have a horrible disease. I am terrified of germs and bacteria. It is all I think about all day. I go to the psychologist tomorrow and I hope she helps me. But lately I just think about how I want to die soon and quickly because I can't go on feeling this way. A friend of mine was recently murdered by a random buglar and I wish it had been me.