It’s like you need to get something out thats inside of you.
The need to pull overrides not wanting to pull. You reach for you head, look for that perfect hair and pull. The root coming out feels so good and when you see that white bulb around it, you feel so accomplished. You tell yourself, “THATS IT” but your hand reaches for your head again.. I HATE MYSELF. “you’re so weak” i tell myself.
FUCK. I cant stop.
I look at the clock; 5 more minutes, then again..5 more minutes….HOURS later…SHIT. IM FUCKED. WTF I pulled so much out but why is the urge still there?! I force myself out of trance, still feeling the urge..so angry because i pulled so much and its still there.
FUCKING URGE. I FUCKING HATE YOU