Today whilst waiting for the bus, I noticed I had this one hair growing out my stomach. A short black one poking through the scab on my stomach. Sounds disgusting, I know. But I am so obsessive that even if I notice an ingrowing one, I have to dig it out and this makes the scab. This time I didn’t manage to get it out and somehow it poked through. I drove me insane throughout the day, so I am thinking now that I will have to carry tweezers everywhere.
When I can home, I rushed to my tweezers, pulled the single hair out and felt relief wash over me.
My stomach is so scarred beneith my belly button because of this.
grr.
pulling out hair 
I love(or should I say “have to”) pull hair out of a scab or scar or mosquito bite, anything like that. Sometimes it really hurts but I’d rather feel that than the other crap I’m feeling.
By: Jackie on September 11, 2009
at 7:25 am