<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“ You can call me cutie pop all day!  Doctor Tracie is a good doctor, yeah I’m a danger to myself too. Turrets with obsessive compulsive disorder can be a blast. I’ll show you my scars if I can touch your tattoos. There pretty awesome actually.” Carrie said as she smiled, looked down at him. She ran her hand through her hair, pushed up her left sleeve . Along her arm from the wrist up was an exact cris cross of scars from some of her most recent scratching incidents, there  was a perfect scar right between her cleavage from the same incident. She didn’t do it to intentionally hurt hers it was a side effect of her illness, there weren’t enough mood relaxers in the pharmacy to calm her down. Sleeping for her was a nightmare because she‘d twitch or flail around until she either slapped herself silly or fell out of bed, she’d been restrained one to many times to count because of it. <a class="username" data-user-id="28691" data-username="@Kosmik_Khaos" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/28691/">@Kosmik_Khaos</a> </span>