I thought that I could be stronger
I didn't think that I would be one of those typical girls who went crazy like this.
This morning I woke up and went to the bathroom. I ran my hands through my hair and a few strands came out. No big deal, normal. I did it again and a large handful came out. I went to lay down again and on my pillow are a lot more strands of hair.
I started crying. This isn't fair. I don't want this disease. I want my fucking hair and my old lifestyle back. I want to be able to get drunk and go to shows and not be tired all the time.
I don't want to be like this.
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