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Hi, my name's Kelcy Wrights. I'm sixteen years old, and I have Trichotillomania.

Trichotillomania is translated literally as "hair pulling madness." Yes, yes, I pull out my hair. In massive amounts. I have very noticeable bald spots on It various places on my head. Is it crazy? Perhaps. But it's just part of my life.

I've engaged in this form of self-harm for eight years. No, I've never been treated and no, I've never gone to therapy for it. I probably should, but that's a matter of opinion...I've never been keen on the idea of medicine or therapy.

Anyway, now that the depressing stuff's out of the way...

I'm a Christian. My relationship with Him is the most important thing to me and on some days, it's the only thing that keeps me going. You may agree with it, you may not. But this is the biggest part of my life.

I'm in love, but everyone tells me I'm masochistic for even falling for him. And they're probably right. He barely notices me and I doubt he likes me very much anyway. Plus, "he seems like the kind of guy who'd want a girl with hair," as my friend David would say.

I'm very artsy. I don't have an athletic bone in my body (although I'm surprisingly good at badmitton...). I love to write, draw, and play music. I sing and play guitar, but I'm iffy about singing in public anymore. I have a slightly low voice, and I don't trust the people I know to honestly tell me if I'm good or not.

I suppose that's about it. Or that's all I can think of right now, anyway. If you want to know more, feel free to ask me. I'm am an open book if you just ask. Ta ta~