You left my trichotillomania but you left me too.

Now everytime I start fucking with my hair, I'm going to remember that this is what makes me unlovable. That this surpasses my kindness, generosity, understanding. This is what makes me ugly and this is what makes me alone. I can't tell you how many times I've told myself that. But to hear it from you? I'll never forget it. Not for a minute. Which is the cruelest blessing I've ever received.