Fuck that.
Because it seems that for FIVE long ass years my fucking face is still infested with these little red assholes and the situation only seems to be worsening. Now I try to mask it, I grow an asian fringe which I refuse to cut, I try and eat 'healthily' to prevent future breakouts and my list of things to do keep going on. But you know what, it really breaks my heart when all this shit I do goes towards NOTHING. And as if that didn't hurt it enough it continues to stamp on my broken heart by getting worse and worse on my face.
Now don't let other people tell you "It's fine, just be yourself. People wanna love the person within you..." fuuuuuuuuuuucccck that shit. Seriously, if I was in that situation of having clear skin and having to comfort someone with bad skin, of course I'll bloody say that. The truth is, it's just a bit of pointless advice to keep you shut up so I don't need to blast your stupid ass face.
Its really gotten up to that point where I've given up. I go out and see almost every fucking teenager with absolutely clear or close to clear complexion and I'm just sitting there wondering why the fuck this shit has got to happen to me. The ONE good side to it is that I don't have to fucking look at my face because I'm looking out of it. So i just pretend everything is cool and walk around like the usual self.
Five years of pain and torture and seriously, this could go on longer. I'm tired of acting like I don't care about my pimples, I'm tired of waking up every morning and staring at my infested face, tired that I have to constantly do my routines to try and 'achieve' perfect skin. So if anyone, or maybe even God, could help, it would mean so much to me.
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