So tomorrow is the big day. I haven't seen Dr. Col in like two years. I FUCKING HATE HIM. He had an intern look at my face and he gave me a random medication, which I think was Doxycycline and it didn't even work. He didn' t even care. Then a month later he had me go in for no reason. After that I told my primary doctor to shove her recomendation up her fucking ass because I didn't wanna see Dr. Col. He is the worst doctor I have EVER seen. My last Dermatologist (Which I can't see because I can't afford a plane ticket to Mexico) actually helped me. He LOOKED AT MY FACE D:
I got a plan for tomorrow. I'm gonna shove a list of ever medication I have ever taken in Dr. Col's caca face and ask him for a perscription for accutane so I could be on my way. Yes, I know the risks. I hate my face. I just wanna be fucking pretty. I want to fit in. I hate my face. I hate my acne. I just wanna be pretty like my sisters and my cousins. I'm the only one with acne. At work, I'm the only one with acne. At school, I'm the only one with acne. Why can't I just take this magical pill already and fit in? My graduation pictures make me cry. I was so ugly.
Bring it, ACUTANE. I'm ready for you. MAKE ME PRETTY!
I wanna look like the girl in the picutre. That's me before my face became 3 dimentional.