My name is Sarah. I started this blog to document my progression with my Trichotillomania.
Side note: I usually answer any questions submitted to me publicly. If you wish to keep something private, or feel it may be to personal, either submit your question anonymously, or just let me know to answer it privately.
Nerdfighter. Starkid. Avatard.
i wear a hat.
graffiti in an abandoned mental institution
(Source: mementomori4)
I never go on it except for a quick update every now and then.
I never talk to any of you anymore.
It is just pointless. I don’t like blogging about my depression as much because it never really helps.
My trich isn’t terrible… It’s not good, but I’m managing it a decent amount.
I just don’t see the point in keeping it anymore…
It is significantly smaller… but there is still a few cm of complete baldness… no way in hell that is going to grow all the way in in two months. It has a chance of at least not being bald, but just much shorter than the rest of my hair by then… but that’s assuming I can keep my hands away for the next two months, which is, again, unlikely.
God damn it everything sucks today.
I wonder if I killed myself how any of you would find out. And if anyone would give a shit. Obviously not.
Bad mood tonight, if you couldn’t tell. This didn’t help. I feel unloved.
Saturday Bonus!
I accidentally cut my finger and thought it might make an interesting blot so here it is, Hemoblot #1
Instructions: Tell me what you see.
I know it’s a bit creepy but I think it’s neat so hopefully you will too.
-Enjoy
I see several different butterflies. Bloody butterflies.
An alligator.
