TrichotillomaniaI'm a nice person but when i went to the phsychologist to get a med prescribed for my depression due to trichotillomania i was more than pissed off when he compared my ugres to pull to the urges to bit finger nails. I cried later when I got home because thats all i've heard for my whole life how i can stop it if i really wanted to ....how its like biting my finger nails..and that i only do it because its a pesky habit. NO!!!!!! its sooo much more than that. It is a disease. A murderous DISEASE! I wish to have my hair back more than anything so I can have an ounce of beauty back...but i can't control my robotic hands. I lay in my bed and cower as they pull strands of hair violently from my head. I know what i'm doing when i pull..I know what i'm destroying and it kills me but I can't stop...When I feel calm enough the urge disapears and I'm left with bald patches.....a girl with baldpatches? its sick....Does anyone know how hard it will be for me to find a man who will look past the facMore Like This
SnowTitle: SnowMore Like This
Fandom: FFVII CC
Pairing(s): None – Zack
Summary: just a drabble
It rarely snowed in Midgar.
Zack stood on the roof of the SOLDIER 1st Class’ apartment building, watching the fat flakes drift down through the Mako tinted night. Every crystal glittered and glowed in the green spill from the nearby Mako reactors like jewels carelessly strewn through the bitter cold night.
He opened his gloved hand and let the flakes settle on his palm, watching them flare for a moment, before dying a wet death and dripping to the floor. Tears of ice, falling instead of his own.
Lifting his cold face to the cloudy sky, for a moment there was no snow, only a flurry of soft, silvery feathers, kissing his reddened cheeks. And then the emptiness and the ice returned, settling deep in his heart, where only warmth and joy had been before.
The snow continued to fall, unnoticed.