As a teenager - in my late teens, mind you, but teens nonetheless - I don't have the best complexion. My genes have not been all that kind in that regard (though in most others, they have).

I just figured out that my pimples are exacerbated by feelings of guilt. And I get those a lot, being the perfectionist that I am. Most people accept that ( Read more... )

This is the place to write when I really have nothing to say, but I wish to speak. It's so much faster to type than to write by hand, even though I do so love the smell and feel of my paper journals.

I think I have some sort of sleepy-high. You know, that feeling where you're putting off going to bed, but everything seems to take on a greater ( Read more... )