<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“ I was going outside... it’s quiet out there, I can relate to anxiety. Try having turrets syndrome, obsessive compulsive disorder. “ Carrie said as she ran her hand through her hair, cocked her head to the side twice again. She had been taken out of school, had to finish through the internet because her illness was a disruption to the education of her then peers then her parents sent her to the institute because they were tired of dealing with her.  <i>“ Bitch! Mother fucker!” </i> The blonde blurted out , covered her mouth with her hands as she blushed. She hated her illness, was pretty sure she was the comedian of the hospital since some people/patients had found  her illness amusing especially when they could see the cracked skin on her hand or he bruising on her wrists from smacking them against the walls or the scars from using her own nails to cut herself. <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>