Oh well, I don't feel like doing another introduction, so I am going straight to it.
I'm feeling really crappy today, because of what my cherished little brother has said to me about my face being all "old and wrinkly," not to mention, full of "little red dots." He's 20 years old, mind you, so he should know better than to point out my faults.
Venting on this forum for the first time in two years helped. When I saw that 44 people viewed my last post in the first hour, I got super excited. At the same time though, it made me sad that nobody cared to respond or give me some words of encouragement.
Oh well. C'est la vie. I guess most of these people cruise by to read about other people's misfortunes to feel better about themselves. I mean, that's what I do when I hit rock-bottom. I know it sounds bad, but having acne, and now, "wrinkly old skin" from the Regimen is really REALLY pushing me to the brink of depression. Like, nobody understands how I feel. Everytime I talk to someone, I'm always scared that he/she would say something about my face. Imagine living with this fear 24/7 in college. Now at home, too. It's crazy.
Is it wrong to wish for my brother to get acne so he could understand what I'm going through? Karma should strike people twice as hard. My brother should have cyctic acne all over his body. Yeah, that's justice.
Sorry, guys. That was just a stupid rant. Honestly, it wouldn't be right though, because my brother is not that bad of a person. He's just stupid, and there's no filter between what he thinks and what he says.
Yeah. After much contemplation, I realized that the main reason why I'm depressed is because one, I have terrible skin and two, I'm always surrounded by stupid people.