unicornroxy

  I'm ready to talk about it  Nothing I wear seems to fit me properly. Every piece of clothing clungs to my skin and makes me hate the flesh carcass I live in. I want nothing else but to crawl into my skin and explode into tiny pieces just so I make the ringing sound in my head holt for just a moment and make my hands stop scraping at every untouched portions that are not yet raw and flaming, but my hinges are kept in place in favor of functioning amongst everybody else. It's not like I need special clothes or anything. I'm not particularly fat nor skinny, and I'm not shaped 'weird' (how some people feel about themselves). I guess it's not the shape I'm opposed to, it's the feeling that I can never get rid of no matter what I do.    Every day I'm forced to wear something, like a normal human of course. I'm not some nudist - that would actually be a reassurence for me - but fabric feels like it wasn't made for my skin. I would much prefer ...