My precious vanity
This is another whine post. It seems to be all I'm doing these days...just whining. Damon, I know you're gonna say something, but just can it...lemme be bitchy.
My problème du jour is MY FREAKIN SKIN!! GAH, I CAN'T STOP BREAKING OUT!!!
It's scarred, and pocked, and zitty, and just...ugh, it's so ugly. And it makes me feel ugly. Well, on top of other things. While I was fasting, I didn't have one breakout. Does this mean that I have to freakin' stop eating altogether to get some skin that doesn't make me like a diseased 19th century whore???
I'm very depressed about it. Which is so lame. And vain. Vain and Lame together. Vlaime.
My problème du jour is MY FREAKIN SKIN!! GAH, I CAN'T STOP BREAKING OUT!!!
It's scarred, and pocked, and zitty, and just...ugh, it's so ugly. And it makes me feel ugly. Well, on top of other things. While I was fasting, I didn't have one breakout. Does this mean that I have to freakin' stop eating altogether to get some skin that doesn't make me like a diseased 19th century whore???
I'm very depressed about it. Which is so lame. And vain. Vain and Lame together. Vlaime.