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Ick Ick IckPick Pick PickTrich Trich Trich.So here's my sob story.November 2006, was when I hit the trich...No, 2007.When you came into my life, after my grandma and dad went to heaven
There's a person sitting right behind me And I can feel their eyes piercing through the back of my head Looking at my scalp The part with no hair The part that I was pulling at for two hours last night
I wish I knew the answer. I wish I could just stop. I can't, I just can't. I feel like a freak, a hideous person. Spending hours on end searching for that one hair. That one perfect strand of hair.
Please stop stalking me, stop watching for my every weakness and exploiting it. you are a slimy shadow, a grim stormcloud. hanging over my head,
Peace I find in thee. Your constant is my rock, Your selfless thoughts: I stand in awe. Within you I am free. Not confined in prison block; But rather safe within your law.
If you find another INTJ
What makes a princess a princess? Is it her smarts? Or her compassion? Her strong will? Or maybe it’s the way she sings that beckons forest creatures to her whim and call?
Trying for the relationship I wanted, I copied my father’s moves and emotions. Genetics helped out, only a little. Father, What have I done to myself? Gripping, pulling, plucking, repeat--
Disorders come and go. They waver like the edge of the horizon as you bob up and down in the ocean. You only learn about them one minute or they come across through people you know.
I try to control this urge, To not lift my hand up to my head. Waiting for this feeling to submerge, For if I pull I'll for sure regret. Can't keep my hands still, I must find something to do.
The ironic title of a Trichotillomaniac is one not filled with pride, More like anxiety Which is the quite ironic part considering the fact that That is all that the disorder is