Heyou!


I never thought that I would say this, but time sure does fly fast. Ever since I began my fervent battle against acne, the world around me kept spinning and spinning, while time just stood still. I started to go numb, unaware of my surroundings just seeing everything as mundane. Forgive me if I sound like a superficial shallow piece of airhead but honestly, I was not born this way (hello Lady Gaga!). I was born with perfect porcelain skin that was aesthetically beautiful to me. Then came that wretched year where my face started to look like a war zone, I did not know what to do or what I am supposed to do because as I have said before, I did not grow up with this. It is like one day I woke up and I look like how I look like now. You now what call me mean or whatever but I am just being as honest as possible because when people say that acne inflicted people are still beautiful that beauty starts disappearing because the confidence level drops. How can you seriously feel beautiful when in you very heart and soul you know that something is wrong. I hate it when people say that you still look beautiful or you could not even notice it when, um hello! You can find the pimple everywhere in my face. The pity they feel for you, you feel yourself. It is just honestly difficult. You sort of do not know what to do with your life, especially me that I just started college last year because I could not get my mind straight because all I could think about were this friggin pimple inhabiting my face! My grades dropped, my social skills faltered, and myself lost. Great!

Heyou!