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It's been a couple of years since my first entry. It would be nice to say that my acne have subsided and I feel better about myself.
Well, acne's partially gone, but the Regimen completely ruined my skin. I've aged a lot faster than my peers, with defined wrinkles on my forehead and around my mouth. I am so depressed. I hate my skin.
I came home for Thanksgiving Break, and my brother won't stop mentioning the condition of my skin. First, he asked if I popped pimples on my face. Then, he went on to say, "When I pop pimples, it disappears. I feel sorry for you because you still have a lot of little dots on your face." Just now, he was walking by my room and he took the liberty to let me know how "old and wrinkly" I look. Of course, he said, "just kidding" after that, but I got so depressed. I started sobbing when my mom came in and asked me what was wrong.
When I told her my situation, she said there are more people in this world suffering from worse things.
She doesn't understand how I feel. Don't compare me to someone else, because it doesn't change the depth of pain I am feeling at this momment.
This is bullshit. I hate my face. I really hate it. I can't even enjoy my thanksgiving break without my stupid ass brother ruining it for me. If it weren't for my acne, everything would've been fine. My brother's not that bad of a person, and if it weren't for my acne, we wouldve been laughing at some stupid joke. If it weren't for my acne, my dad would've held my cheeks in his hands, like he used to do up until middle school. I hate my face. I really do.
Well, acne's partially gone, but the Regimen completely ruined my skin. I've aged a lot faster than my peers, with defined wrinkles on my forehead and around my mouth. I am so depressed. I hate my skin.
I came home for Thanksgiving Break, and my brother won't stop mentioning the condition of my skin. First, he asked if I popped pimples on my face. Then, he went on to say, "When I pop pimples, it disappears. I feel sorry for you because you still have a lot of little dots on your face." Just now, he was walking by my room and he took the liberty to let me know how "old and wrinkly" I look. Of course, he said, "just kidding" after that, but I got so depressed. I started sobbing when my mom came in and asked me what was wrong.
When I told her my situation, she said there are more people in this world suffering from worse things.
She doesn't understand how I feel. Don't compare me to someone else, because it doesn't change the depth of pain I am feeling at this momment.
This is bullshit. I hate my face. I really hate it. I can't even enjoy my thanksgiving break without my stupid ass brother ruining it for me. If it weren't for my acne, everything would've been fine. My brother's not that bad of a person, and if it weren't for my acne, we wouldve been laughing at some stupid joke. If it weren't for my acne, my dad would've held my cheeks in his hands, like he used to do up until middle school. I hate my face. I really do.
