Mothy was a boyfriend I was with for about,... 7 to 9 months... I'm not exact on the numbers yet... He was the first person I ever told about my dermataliamania and my maladaptive day dreaming. The last person I expected to react positively to me, he just gave me a great big kiss and said, "I don't care if people put you in a crazy house, I'm just gonna end up in there with you!" (Yeah much of the things he would say sounds like this with lot more slur and pace!) so he accepted me as I was but… Continue

Tonight, I've decided I'm going to tell you all a little about my personal life. I used to have a friend who I'll refer to as Mary. Mary was a very interesting person. She was tall, had naturally beige hair, light skin, strong shoulders, and a fair skill in computers. She also wore glasses, was clumsy (due to her growing proportions) and was often running off with guys who liked me but settled for her due to the simple reason that she'd put the moves on and I give no care. There were many many… Continue

A long while back there was a guy that (for once) I actually cared about. It was nice to have him to talk to but for a while I couldn't speak to him... I was very sad but now I can. He's good to talk to and nice to chat with but now I'm worried, even with this happiness in me I can't help with the stress lately and the derma-hippo-whatia again Lol... Daydreaming helps but it isn't enough, today I daydreamed for almost 5 hours! My head is pounding! I decided to take a shower when by the end I… Continue

Itch itch itch scratch scratch scratch. I am disgusting. My scalp is raw and red. I still don't stop. I don't know why. I am confined to a bed, chair, or car seat and cannot pace or dream. I need a physical outlet. My head is sore. Dermataliamania is a disorder linked to OCD. It is a horrid disorder in which one has the absolute need to scratch at the skin, pluck out cranial hair and peel off skin fragments. It sounds disgusting and looks worse but I do it anyway. I feel like worms are on me… Continue

What does it mean to be friends? Sometimes I don't know. I walk with, talk with and eat alongside a 'friend' of mine all the time but I don't call to him by 'friend'. My only best friend betrayed me and tossed me to dust and my core was unmoved yet I felt emotion and what one might call agitation. These emotions are so confusing in me but sure in my watching of others. My mind is off; I feel no emotion by heart and must learn to distinguish them in me. My eyes are unfit; they see the wrong… Continue

Once upon a time there was a boy who always forgave. He forgave everyone and anyone for their wrong doings. His heart was open and his head was clear even when he was in great fear. He saw a world filled with things to do and try but the world he saw was a distortion. To him the ugly was lovely and the beautiful a gift from the gods but this fake world did not last and in his folly the glass in his eye fell out and he saw the world through the eye of Crumm and this world was full. What filled… Continue

Once upon a time there was a girl who loved to think. She thought and thought and dreamed a world where she would only Be. Be she did be she would till her head sit and ache...

Well, here I am I've never belonged to any social group in particular given they all throw me out. My most loved thing to do is pace and dream. I dream up worlds full of people every single one having a different personality. Each living different lives. Every one of their thoughts runs through my mind like nothing.… Continue