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Something you may or may not know about me: I have been taking synthetic thyroid hormones for…two years? Since August of 2009, I believe. Three years? Anyway, I get stabbed in the arm quite often, and I have to pay lots of money because I have bad genetics! This is also in addition to other illnesses I have that are caused by crappy genes. Yayyyyy. Kay, back to the main point of this post (please ignore the fact I’m making, I didn’t know what the hell to do with my face at all).
Self diagnosis is a fantastic thing when done rationally and intelligently! This is the reason I was officially diagnosed. By evaluating my symptoms, and doing careful research, and then having the ability to be seen by a doctor (who refused to believe that I could possibly be sick at fifteen!) and thus having lab tests confirm my diagnosis.
If you self-diagnose and are unable to confirm with a medical professional for whatever reason, make sure you are taking safe steps in trying to stay healthy. I wouldn’t openly advise anyway in purchasing prescriptions the “non-traditional” way, but I know it happens, and if you choose to go this route make sure that you are being super cautious about dosage and possible allergic reactions, etc.
TL;DR self-diagnosis does not mean you are an attention-seeking faker, and anyone who generalizes on this basis is being an ignorant jerk!
I opened it up and the fucking rose was hollow. I got conned out of the majority of chocolate that should be in this thing. Fuck my life.
March 16th, and I am my own Valentine tonight.
This is my “I hate school and life kill me” face.
There will be two topless pictures today, so stay tuned for the other one.
Um okay. Why am I doing this.
Reblogging cause of the back dimples thing. You can see the one!
(Pay no attention my giant fucking collarbones and practically non existent body hair. I’m a weird human.)
My necklace came.
Me as a baby. Enjoy.
I hate my face and my stupid-ass hair.
This is my ugly “haven’t slept or showered for a while” face.
(I think I smushed my one eyebrow down. It looks really funky in this picture.)
Um okay. Why am I doing this.
So I took some pictures of myself for someone’s art class today—half an hour after waking up. Here ya go, best to see what you’re getting if you want to wake up next to me in the future.
