I know exactly what you mean. I feel terrible about my skin (yesterday I broke down in front of my parents, kinda embarrassing as a 19yo guy), but I'm not going to let it rule my life. This weekend I'm going to a party and I'm finally going to ask out the girl that a like. I may not be able to control my feeling, but I can control what I do with them.

Here's a quote that kinda explains it beter:

"I don't control life, but I control how I react to it." (it's from

just in case that anyone wants to know)

I stopped caring. I have to, otherwise the loneliness destroys me.

I stopped caring. I have to, otherwise the loneliness destroys me.

I CAN TOTALLY RELATE. HALLELUJAH!

We mustn't be so sensitive. So screw acne it CAN kiss my derriere.