I swear I am bipolar. This is just not my day to win... To begin with, I am miserable because I picked a teeny bit on a spot at my face and it oozed a little, It made me so upset that I burst into tears... Pathetic, I know. Ya know when you cry and you just the whole time worry about how much worse your skin is getting as the tears are running down you're face? I hate it, I hate this misery. I just splashed some cold water on it and then put on a bit of concelear and powder so I can pretend my flaws arent there any more. The acne infused life of a perfectionist is absolutley insane. Anyone ever felt this way?