I have eczema, I think. No - allergies. Well maybe it's just the dry weather. No no, it's something I ate. It's my gut health. It must be my dog that I am low-key allergic to. Maybe it's the lotion I use, the shampoo I use, the laundry detergent, my perfume, the fabrics I wear, the environment I work in, the environment I live in, the air I fucking breathe. This is me, everyday, scratching my head over what the fuck I am doing wrong that makes my body react the way it does. How is my body reacting, you ask? My back gets so dry it feels like sandpaper. My eyelids are so scaly, I could pass as a fish. A ring of painfully red skin circles my dry, cracked lips. My neck, chest, shoulders, arms, legs, and even my fucking ASS are covered in red splotches, scratch marks that some would think means I like it freaky. No. I'm not a self mutilator for the fun of it, I'm a self mutilator because my body is constantly attacking itself and I have taught myself to release e...