Once again given flesh

The time has finally arrive of the day of no more suffering with the pain of acne I have stay true to my vow and I now can tell that quack dermatologist who told me there is nothing you can do about acne you got to live with it to eat shit.

I have clear up this nightmare to just about nothing. How did I go about doing it? With the help of Isolaz within in a year I did 18 treatments much more then the said amount combine with persciption topicals that help without no harsh side effects, My own Antibiotic, Rentinol cleansers and mild exfoliator and the best ways to put it on for the best results a long with 200mg of minocycine a day on an empty stomach and my own natural acne progam I turn severe acne into just about nothing.

With my scars I had dermal fillers injected in for the more deeper ones. I had refirming and resurfacing lasers done and skin medica peels. I kept doing this over and over again with each one making all my scars fade into nothing. Yes nothing works as good as it said's it took a lot more then a few lasers and peels. I've been working on it longer then I been a member on acne org. Yes the money is insane I got some discounts cause I was a good client but the process cost over 20 thousand no cost for minocycine. I have to keep from time to time doing Isolaz and use topicals everyday and take minocycine to keep it clear forever. I did not clear it up with accutane cause I would not have been able to fix up the scars so well cause of the way the skin needed to heal it would have been much harder on tane but I could go on tane now from time to time to give me some time with clear skin and save money. There is no cure for acne I can only control it to the point where there is like nothing with these things for the rest of my life. I got to say I got about 97% clearence with anything that may come would be very small and can't last long. A small little zit will always reminded me that I am forever part of you I am stronger now with it now that I know you guys.

I wish so much I could do the same for you guys but I can't tell you to do everything I did its just way to much money I needed help from family members cause it had to be done. Do what ever you guys could if you could do the Isolaz that is really awsome it clears up a serious amount, If its accutane or antibotics go for it but you do not have to do everything I did for some nice skin.

I want you guys to know something I knew longer before I join acne org I was not alone in this fight I said I know there is people out there who got to be in such pain because of acne and I was right.

I read untold stories of what you guys go through. Everyday and night you guys weep so many tears, Feeling ugly and not going out, Hearing all kinds of painful names even from friends. Obseessing and picking on your face. Yelling and screaming and breaking things. Parents not understanding and thinking you have mental issues. Seeing the ones you love slip a way and feeling you did not even have a chance. Spending and wasting money, Feeling jealous at others with perfect skin. Wanting to give your dermatologists a fucking knock, Hating and blaming god for why he did this to you and why? you where a good person yes I was too and always was.

No matter what you guys talked about and do for your suffering with acne wheather its putting piss and cum on our face's or talking about even wanting to dismember some one piece by piece for talking about your acne I totally understand each word I have felt the same way. If a life with clear skin is all I can have then that's all I want to have my freedom once again. If I knew I was going to die this week I'll say let me have an open coffin cause I want to be so proud of people looking at me and saying at least he die not suffering form acne no more and if that's all I can have then that's all I want.

You are right for everything you do cause that is exactly the pain of acne and all this happen to me. Acne cost me 11 years of my life I know how it is to have mild, Moderate and severe acne. as a teenager adult on the face and body.

Reading your stories I realize there is like a hell on earth with acne I know I have gotten some remarks in the pass on this web site some saying MostExtreme you are crazy. Hey I'm just an acne sufferer just looking to make things right I'm not sorry for anything I ever said and did I had to protect myself and I needed answers. Like Dan kern I was on a mission and it took me 11 years to make things right. What I did was all for attempts for effective acne treatments and the worse thing in the world is when no one can hear.


I know you guys have gotten a lot of bullshit from quack dermatologists and other doctor's not knowing things, Not taking you seriously, Making things worse saying its just acne so what it goes a way. You know if quack dermatologist and doctor's and people do not understand what is so important for thousands and thousands of people from all over the world for more then a decade to come to places like Acne org and tell stories out of hell on what their life is like with acne then they could go take their prescriptions and wipe their fucking ass's with them cause we know what its like and what we want.

The feeling of getting rid of acne after so long the feeling is unexplianable like I want to get everything I care for back but after so long I kind of feel like Robin Williams in the movie Jumanji after he escape from being trap in the game after so many years he was so excited to run and tell everyone he's back and realized that time and people go a way and all the things he wanted to see and have again are now way out of reach. I keep thinking there must be something better and I got to find it.


I want you to know that I love all you guys and to my closes friends UFOrescue, Spoinky, Leet, Blue strawberry, and all the most popular members like Missy130, Alyssa, Itlaid, and so many others you guys are great.

Stay strong and keep your dreams alive cause a dream just might come true?

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Destiny has change

Sometime last year I was at home all depress with a face full of cystic acne and I was looking through some old H.S school work that I saved back from 1997 when things where great at that time and acne did not come into my life yet.

I came across this old english homework assignment called Where do you see yourself ten years from now. I started off by saying in the paper in ten years from now I won't be siting around missing my younger days cause I will be feeling too great enjoying my older years.

I went on to talked about my furture married life. Talking about all the beautiful things me and my wife where going to be doing the way we will love each other. I had my hopes set on someone for quite a while at that time and I was going by my feelings.

I talked about having kids. I had names for a boy and a girl. Me being able to see them grow up, Taking care of them, Playing with them, Teaching them this helping them with that. O god it was beautiful.

I talked about my career working 8 hours a day puting food on the table making ends meat. But how much it is worth it all. What crap this all was

I remember stoping and thinking after I read this and saying to myself hey you know something it is really ten years later where the fuck is everybody. I started crying then laughing afterwards. I said If only I could see the furture I would write every sentence saying acne is going to fuck up my lfe.

My acne is doing much better for the last few months scars and all from treatment. Maybe now it would be best to write something like that (maybe).

Could someone tell me if they got something good out of life later on from acne like it lead down to a road after many years that you feel made you a happy person or a better person cause at times I thought I saw myself going somewhere since it started in june of 1998. I was feeling confident at some points thinking it should be cleared up soon due to some medicines and some what look like good things to come. But every time I saw a light dam cystic acne mania would just fuck things up and it was back to the same crap. I feel it just wasted everything and I wish I could start over.

In Reference To My Disturbing Explicted Story

Don't be alarm by the deep detail words I use. I always felt the things I try to speak of, went in vain. I wanted to be heard so much that I purposely decided to cause an up roar back in school. I said let them take me in and I'll confess that I did this to help me helping me out with my skin and giving me my life back and thats it. They found it ironic how I could make such a scene. they evaluate the hell out of me talking to my friends, parents, teachers and they all said this kid is really really soft you could take all his rights away he aint gonna do nothing but cry and say unthinkable things. but he ain't gonna touch you even if your alone and helpless. He just wants to be heard. They let me back in school with no hard feelings or worries. I even got myself in trouble again later telling a therapist how I hate myself and how I'm jealous of everyone. Ocne again back in the hospital try to speak about my skin promblems but bursh off ocne again and found not to be a danger to any one or myself and let back in school once again.

You see I got my morals. I have an invisible line that can not be cross there is something inside of me that says you can push it to a certin limit but don't go to far just try to find some way to get out of this. That incident I got close to that line but stoped there. That was 9 years ago and that acne matter contine every passing day. That got much worst in my 20's I get acne that are very very big and pianful that appear everyday I never get a break my skin type creates a vicious cycle of blemishes follow by dark spots. It is know as life long acne. I will never find a solution with any topicals. Most topcals every persirsion will make matters worst or cange very little. my skin reacts to internal and external heat. summer days, strong products, rough shaves, spicy foods, hot liquids and every thing else that leads to acne. I can not avoid all these things. If i don't take procautions I get it severe. I could only try my very best to kept it more moderate. I mean these pimples hurt like hell espescailly the ones that form by my mouth and that press up agaist my face bones. I got to be so careful shaving. and when they break nothing but pus and blood leaking down face neck way down chest. the end result and dark spot follow by permanent scar.

this shit has causes so much grief and left so many painful memories for more ten years . The time I had a chemical peel gone wrong. My face looked like it was raked across a sidewalk. Getting poison by antibiotics. useing my sisters foundation and camouflage stick to cover things up and it being notice by people thougt I was't straight any more. what can I say yeah guys should not be wearing makeup. seeing my mom worried thinking soon I an't gonna be around anymore. truning to street drugs for an emotional acne escape for more than a year what a big F***** mistake that was A friend told me I coluldn't stay in the house for more than one day it will just eat me.I said I feel I've been locked in a coffin. the stories just go on and on.This sure as hell been no world of gummy bears, rainbows, and lolly pops. like it once was.

Being at the psychiatric clinic I met the greatest of kids I never felt so close to anybody. Some took a wrong turn somewhere some are done wrong by an adult or their parents. Some felt judgmental about themselves. Some are really sick. Some need a good kick in the ass. We stuck together through thick and thin. I even attended a NA class. I was an ex drug user. Some kids would glorified the use of drugs. That was the first time I spoke up about it. I started getting into graphic detail about everything this manifested too, such as prostitution, robberies, murders, jail, and lost of everything. I spoke about it, in such a disturbing way. You know what, it gets through to people. They changed their attitude I hope. Cause just saying no is not enough. Even when I left the hospital they asked me if I would come in sometimes, to talk to younger people about this matter. I really wanted to do it so much but I knew my acne made me not want to be seen. This has robbed me of things that I could have had so much pleasure from.

As of right now, I am no longer an acne sufferer for the past 2 months. Just got to get rid of some minor scarring. I have taken off my dark hood, going out a lot more, soon I will be proud to remove my dark glasses and hat. I want to make things right cause this is all I ever wanted. It wasn't until recently I could do anything about this kind of acne. I know some of you dropped a load when you heard this. Some of you could understand. Some say I am way out there. But you know what, I rather be called "crazy" then a druggie, then a quiter, and to feel I have to live with this. Being alive is not living.

Your Friend,
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A Truly Disturbing, Explicit, Real Life Story With Acne

I think its time to set the record straight. As you know, you are not born with acne. Neither was I. It took my life away at 15. Like most of you, I had a great life. I was very very popular. Had great friends (guys and girls) I was an extremely handsome at one time. Constantly complemented on my looks. I was very religious too; I carried my own personal bible and rosary. Spent a lot of time sitting on the steps of churches, walking through cemeteries, and always talking to God. I felt like I had a life, like I was Zack Morris in Saved By The Bell and part minister. Everyday was so exciting. I couldn’t wait to go out and enjoy the day. I used to be told that I was one lucky son of a bitch that I got it made. I was deeply in love with somebody in particular. I was making plans, the future seem certain. I thought nothing could stop me but death. After just a year and four months of great things. Everything came to an end.

After about a year and a half of having acne symptoms and dealing with one bullshit after another. I began to really lose it I felt so done wrong. I felt like a man who had everything and it was wrongfully taking away I stared developing pure hate towards everyone I became a lonely Who had reassessment towards everyone and just simply did give a shit. You know you have to be stop when you are calling yourself a mercenary and a lord of darkness. And stop I was when I told my friend in intense emotion that I was put on this earth to take dozens and dozens of lives including even her and myself with me. Next thing I knew ten police and all kinds of hard core questioning. And premeditates waiting with open arms took me away. Such a dam shame a cop told my dad The story made news paper article and was said on the news keeping my Identity private and calling me derange teenage.

In the mental clinic I did my very best to speak about my skin and as you know nobody takes acne even slight serious I was constantly brush off by every doctor. They just threw my some bullshit non-effective topical and simply though matter taking care of after I all ready been through this shit already topical where not the answer. After several outburst I realize that I was giving a bad name for myself. I had to keep my mouth shut cause nobody cares to hear I had to except such a restrictive lifestyle. I even had to except that God dam pedophilia that would sneak into the boy’s bathroom to watch them up close and personally take a shower. As I can just helplessly hide my genitals and tell him quietly what a piece of shit he is. That filthy F****** piece of s***. I hope he rots thanks for people like Steve Wilkos. Oh Steve I wish you were there to protect me. Cause I really needed you. He is a true mercenary. The saddest thing of being there is when you lose your family. You can only have temporary visits and when its time for them to go you almost want to start screaming doesn’t leave me and there was nothing I could do. I realize I was now property.

One of the staff members uses to have personally talks with me. Telling me that I’ve got to stop these out bursts That there were plans to send me else where to a place he refer to as where Sara Conner’s in Terminator 2 was held and said you don’t want to be there. There are some real dangerous people there. He said to me I don’t like holding you down having to strip you naked so the nurse can get her needle in the right place. One thing I know about you he said that after so many restraining I am not afraid to get hurt by you. Cause you have every opportunity to strike somebody, but you don’t. He was right. I just couldn’t hurt someone. I can say some crazy stuff, but I will never harm no one. After more then a year, I was release on good behavior. No body ever heard me out. But maybe the small writings I left behind on the walls and furniture may be found and understood. I knew, that I still had to find a way to get rid of this acne problem. No prescription drug for emotion problems that I ever was on could ever make me slightly forget what was happening. Looking back I seriously doubt offing off anybody or myself will have made any fellow acne sufferer proud of me. Each one of you has families out there.

Still there was always bizarre behavior. I know my mom will hear whispers echoing throughout the house or see me making strange movements almost as if there was somebody there or see me throw a religious artifact across the room. One day I had to explain myself I said I know you hear me and see me. I said I know nobody there I ‘m just acting out the life I wish I had saying the things I should have said to some one so many years ago pretending my old friends are still around thinking of myself of being somebody not like this. I told her stories of how sometimes the blemishes are sometimes so big and painful I have to sleep on one side of my head and how everything is just passing by and I am so sick and tried of just playing with myself all day. People shrugging you off saying I know how you feel whiling I’m gonna home to an empty bed there gonna to a romantic dinner then under the covers with someone. Yet they know how you feel. If it happen to them then they will know.

There were times where I just had to leave and get away to by myself in the night I would head to a quiet empty cemetery in back of a church to wrap myself around a large crucifix and say things like father what have I done. You where suppose to have been my best friend. Give it back to me please I want it back this is not my fault. At times I tough maybe if I just sneak into a chapel and splash some holy water on my face I will get it back but nothing every change. I even tough maybe just before this happen some how I conjunct up a demon and I needed an exorcism done to get rid of it. But how could I touch holy objects without feeling pain and who would buy a story like.

Still I was trying to be heard. I thought of ideas like I know I’ll sit on roof ledge gather a crowd of spectators and then after a while give myself up. But what if I accidently fall off the roof then I can’t be heard. Maybe I’ll vandalize a church and remain at the scene. No then everyone would really hate me. Maybe I’ll graffiti all over my old high school words of hatred towards acne. Lots of teenagers who go there have acne. But that will bring up some serious charges and have some really heavy fines and theses are all tickets back to the mental hospital and then there be nothing I could do. I just could not live a life roaming around totally concealed hiding in such hot weather in sweat hoods and yeah I am suffocating. I know I look like a really creepy guy.

Just recently this twisted life will come to an end as I found a solution. I know I got to blow several thousands of dollars, not a crazy amount of money. But this needs to be done. My acne matter is just about gone. I am not getting rid of the scaring. Let me tell you. When you get rid of this shit. You will feel better then you ever did. You will feel like you just went through the fiery debts of hell and broke free from the strings of the puppet you were guided by Satan, you will feel a sense of triumphed. You will be playing “I Will Survived” over and over. Now I can tell somebody when they tell me how come you never had a girlfriend, or went to college I’ll say who gives a crap I got over the acne nightmare. Whenever happens later in life. I can handle it more easily.

This acne matter even though it can not literally kill you. It has brought me thoughts of death jealousy hate and envy. Lost of faith, hiding out, dealing with the ass**** docs. spending all kinds of money on things that didn’t work, picking at your face, hysterical crying, breaking up the house, living in the land of make believe and the life I wish I had. Screwing up in school, being judged by friends and family, getting involved with drugs, longing for days so far gone.

I don’t mean to offend anyone with talks of betrayal by God and personal demons. But I know how that the matter of acne should is not taken seriously. It is advertise on TV and Internet like some kind of dam joke. Lots of rip of scams making products sounds much more effective then what they really are. Labeling things, calling them dermatologist recommended the answer for acne, breaks the break out cycle with paid testimonials and make up touch ups. Peoples shrugging you off saying that is hormones and will go away or there are things worse. Making up their own acne cure, it don’t work like that, it is all fantasy and BS. The only things that go by are the weeks months years decades. The only thing that changes is the calendar. The only I probably could be worse is being completely covered with 3rd degree burns or the Holocaust itself. I think there should be a telethon, or raffles, or marathons or money you can drop in boxes like you see at McDonalds. I was thinking of handing out some flyers by myself with the word acne in a no smoking like sign maybe somebody would figure it out. I know I am not capable of finding the acne cure or making insurance companies pays for advance treatments, it’s a dream for me. I speak for the most desperate of the desperate. Those who have been given a life sentence of acne. Where conventional treatment doesn’t do a darn thing. For those who think there is no hope. I found for myself that is BS, to think that a doctor told me I had to live with it. I will like him to tell me what has been going on for ten years. Now I am showing him.

Take care,

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A Family Crises

In the beginning my parents will tell me this is only a stage. After a year and a half, when I started talking extreme violence and the police department got involved. They knew something was terribly wrong. Of course, no one thinks anything about someone's skin. When I finally told my parents what everything is manifesting from, everybody in my family wanted to contribute. My father dishes out everything he could, my sister goes about finding the best places for the best treatments, my mother calms me down in my moments of agony making things all better. There is always a backup plan because we do not believe there is nothing you can do about acne. Acne treatments in this house in more important than food on the table. I myself am putting every single dime into this matter. My advice is before you go over the edge like I almost did, have a very serious talk. Tell them exactly how you feel in deep detail. I know people think since it can not literally kill you there is nothing to worry about. They should only know.