-Hello.
Hi.
-How are you?
Going crazy.
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Let me start by explaining who I am. Or atleast the basics. I'll remain anonymous and go by Dkeen. I'm female. Seventeen years of age. (11/25/1997) I have severe depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), social anxiety, and last but horribly not least Hidradenitis Suppurativa (HS). HS is a horrible, rare skin disease that causes these bumps similar to blisters I suppose. They hurt painfully and when they 'pop', there's pus and blood and just grossness. What's left is a deep wound [that can be connected via a "tunnel" under the skin to others of these wounds]. Yes these wounds eventually heal but it takes a while and most always leaves a scar. My HS is located in the more common places which are the inner thigh (right there up against the panty line. Ugh.) and under the armpits (only on my right).
I'll tell you more about my OCD, depression, and anxiety at a later date.
Let's talk physical appearance. My hair is dyed burgundy (naturally dark brown), I have five piercings, and two tattoos. My hair is cut real short, previously had a mohawk with both sides of my head shaved but I'm growing it back out. My piercings are gauges and normal ear piercings. One norm and one gauge in my left, two norm and one gauge in my right. One tattoo is on my back ( a TFM mouse in a bubble with an iPod. No significance. ) and a large period on my pinky. The period reminds me that it's okay to end something if it's harming me.
Anyway, I'm your typical outrageous teen. I shop at almost any store from Claire's to hot topic (get on my level. Lol. ) I like a wide range of music andddddd that's pretty much it. I have an average family, I'm an only child. I have two dogs ( one schnauzer, one miniature schnauzer ).You'll learn more about me later. Yknow, if you don't stop here because I'm so fucking boring.
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Non-FictionNo one but close friends ever care to look at my stories and that's okay. If you fall upon this and choose to read it, by all means, go ahead. It may be a mess at times. I'll fall apart. I may make no sense. That's okay. This isn't for you. This isn...