Hairpulling Stories

its what the title says

foe the love of $$$ "What, Johnnie? That I wouldn't care? That you could just be a slut and id just sit back and take it?""

where kitae is not an abusive, manipulative asshole and is only the harmless bully whose teasing turns jisoo on wrote this almost three years ago on ao3 and came back to it now

Ever since Killua was young, his mother and father didn't get along. They would yell, and fight, and yell some more. He tried his best to shield Alluka from the worst of it, but that meant that he heard every word. While he was covering her ears, he listened as they shouted insults and sweared at each other. Is this what love is? Neither of them seemed happy at all, how could the other three just ignore all this? Piggy was playing on his computer usually, Kalluto liked to draw, and Illumi was always out doing work. One day when he was ten, he was sitting on the couch trying not to listen to his parents argue when he heard a crash. "THAT'S IT! I'M DONE. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU BITCH!" he flinched, only to be dragged out of his seated position by his mother. She was crying and mad. "mother?" he said quietly. She glared at his father. "I'M TAKING HIM WITH ME!" he blinked up in confusion. Take me? where? The next thing he knew, he was sitting in a one room apartment with his mother. "love is pain sweetheart, always remember that" his mother said. Killua didn't understand what she meant at the time, he just nodded. "ok mother" and he gave her a hug, she seemed sad. How long will we be staying here?

There is a farmer named billy bobby jones and a prince named BILLY BOBBY JOHN. They're cool and they fall in love, or do they. With this story, we can follow their adventures, rebellion, and tragedies. Also, we didn't fix any spelling errors so deal with it.

This is essentially my Trich journal, I don't know if anyone else here has Trichotillomania, but it is an impulse control disorder which causes me to have an extreme urge to pull out my hair. This is aimed not only to help me, but to help others. I just don't want anybody to feel alone if you have this disorder.

playlist for the entire thing ig motion picture soundtrack

i love him so here's this

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Its all porn

I have read many stories about other Wattpad user's writing about their trich. I saw that writing about it helped them. One writer's story stuck out to me and inspired me to write about my own. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mirabel never meant to make her cousin feel so much emotions from just a question. Or Mirebel is frustrated with how Camilo been the only one in there familia who been acting out of place, she feels as if he is the only who can't get use to Bruno. Uploading from my main account on ao3 Gaveltheman

His sister's gentle voice of reasoning couldn't do anything for him. His frantic crying among the whistling of the tea kettle as he let out a desperate cry. He couldn't do this anymore. "I can't.. I can't do this.." He cried as he gripped onto the counter in order to hold himself upright. Thoughts swarming in his head and none of them could he comprehend. He shook his head, clutching his hair in a panicked state "I can't do this anymore! I hate it here! He reminds me of father! So disgusting! I hate it, I HATE IT FUYUMI! I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH!" "The fuck are you talking about? Icy hot?" ----- read the tags. this was suppose to be a one shot, but i got lazy. think of this as a short story actually.

talk of trichotillomania "why don't you just stop?" they say it's like my hands have a mind of they're own i pick and i pull because i simply cannot stop as the huge bald spots begin to form my hands will not stop my mind is racing my hands are shaking because my mind has tricked me into thinking i only have a certain amount of time to find the right strand of hair with the right texture or else my life will end. is what it seems like.

Hyunjin gets ignored by Felix for a week, he then gets sick on a dinner night and hyunjin stayed behind to take care of him. Two gays alone in a dorm, what could go wrong????