A few days ago I pulled hair from my scalp for about an hour or so. The fact that I’m pulling makes me want to pull it even more. I had lots of hair as a child. Everybody used to love my hair. Now it has become a sign of embarrassment for me. I used to take very good care of my hair. Now, it’s like I pour all of my angst, frustration, nervousness into pulling whatever little is remaining. Whenever I watch an ad on the TV, or anything else on the Internet, I look at how thick and amazing everyone’s hair is and feel bad about myself, in the sense that I’m lazy to even take care of it. My parents are worried. I wish I never had Trichotillomania.