The Kit Kat Club

My laptop supposedly uses face recognition software to log me on when I boot up. It won't let me log on if I type in the wrong password, but it still captures my eyes and stares into them as it tries to determine if I am who I say.

Sometimes I wonder if it takes so long because it doesn't recognize the person it first saw back in July.

Lately, I look into the mirror and I don't look familiar to myself.

I used to be blonde-highlighted and skinny. I used to have eyebrows.

My face looks sharper, my body rounder. My hair darker, my eyebrows ripped out in stress and fear.

I don't know where I am, or if it's better or worse than where I used to be. It's so different.

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...I think I have trichotillomania. But how does one go about getting diagnosed with that? And how does one treat it?

Don't mind me, it's the 5 a.m talking.