Posted by MoonSpark on 2015/09/22 under Uncategorized Dermatillomania. It is a plague. It causes me to bleed and my skin to puncture. Puss seeps through the bloody craters in my face and I feel as unattractive as a girl can feel. I want someone to love me. I want to be free. I thought I would be free by now. I thought I would be okay. I thought I would learn. But I have this plague that murders me from the outside in and inside out. Slowly it devours every last strand of confidence that I bear.
I want to be free but is that realistic? Is it realistic for anything to just end? Just end without a reason or a will? No, I need to do this. But that doesn’t mean I can do it all by myself. I need help. I need freedom. This must end.
Procrastination is a disease. It eats through me slowly, weaning me away from my tasks. It drains me of my energy and keeps me from doing the things I really enjoy. I am broken. I need fixed. I need life. I cry out but I feel as if I cannot fix myself. I am broken, but I am not alone.
You are not broken,it will pass and soon you will be the girl you want to be.That skin problem is not who you are there is much more to you then that,believe it.