I have rashes all over my body, just imagine how I feel. I have rashes all down my legs and on the backs of my knees, so no shorts or dresses. I have rashes all over my stomach and upper body, so no short or thin t-shirts. I have rashes all up my arms and EVERYWHERE on my hands, so I always wear a jumper if I go out. I have rashes in my hair and on my face, so I always look like an unkept boy. I wear long clothing that completely covers my body, even in boiling weather. I hate the rashes I get. People look at me like I'm going to give them a disease, it makes me feel so disgusting and I can't do anything about it. I hate it. The rashes never go. Just imagine that. I get people who verbally abuse me; they call me sick names that drag me down and make me feel x1000 worse. And I can't fight back, because, by then, I'm just trying to stop the tears from falling. I then have to lie to everyone and say I actually found it funny, because saying it hurt would make me a weak person. The stress causes more rashes and cycle just keeps going around and around. People tell me it's all my fault that I have rashes, or it's my pets fault. I wake in the middle of the night, clawing at my legs and arms, trying to rid myself of the itchy, burning sensation. It never stops.
Can you even imagine how painful, physically and mentally, that is? Because I live that. Every day.
The only person who actually ever listens is Violet, she listens to my boring moaning and venting about things like this.
I have my own problems you know them all. >.< Not everything is rainbows and glitter. XD
Thanks Bella.
