There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

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i was trying to make my friend a bday cake but the dye on the decorative icing started leaking and dripping everywhere so it accidentally became the most ominous and violent looking baked good ive ever seen…… i slapped on some sprinkles to try and make it less threatening looking. it worked a little bit.


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I haven’t written a diary entry in a long time, maybe because I haven’t got wifi at home. Truth is, as much as my hair pulling has effected me, I still can’t seem to get over it.

I’ve suffered with trich for 12 years, it’s just got worse, never got better. The days, weeks, years go by… You learn to ignore it. The fact that you’re pulling out your hair everyday, people looking at you strangely, feeling like you can’t even step out in public because of your bald patches.

I shaved my head in the end, trying to control the problem, then that didn’t even help. I’m incredibly vulnerable with this problem, it affects me moe than people could ever comprehend.

It makes me feel like less of a woman, ugly, not right, abnormal, maybe even alien. But I can’t help it, I don’t know what else to do. I give up, I completely and utterly give up.

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