I have an enormous pimple on my face.
I'm 28 and I still get zits.
I think it's worse when your skin is otherwise relatively clear and you've just got that one big honkin' zit right smack dab in the middle of your face. Though...it's really more like on the left, not so much the centre. But the point is, no amount of makeup is going to cover that thing 'cause it just comes off as this bump on your face that wasn't there the day before...or maybe it was but it's just bigger today and more noticeable.
And maybe the smart thing to do would be to leave it and let it go away on its own instead of maybe aggravating the situation further by adding makeup onto it, but at 28, you'd think your body would just cut you a break already and leave the zits behind.
You know what I realized today?
I was going to complain about doctors and nurses wearing their scrubs out in public, but I realized I'd complained about that before. I wonder if I maybe complain too much. It's such a way of life with me now. And that's not good, right? I mean, those are just steps away from becoming an ornery, crochety old woman that kids run away from.
I don't know.
The last couple of days haven't been good ones. You just wake up and it's like you're moving around in a fog, you know? It's not so much that you're having a bad day...just a day that seems pointless.
When N called yesterday, I didn't even bother answering. I didn't care who it was on the other end. I just pretended I didn't hear the phone ringing because I just didn't feel like talking to anybody --- especially when, people always seem to think something's wrong just because you don't feel like talking to anybody or doing anything or seeing anyone.
Some days, you just want to be left alone, you know?
Maybe it's the depression kicking in again.
I think I need to go on vacation.
I'm 28 and I still get zits.
I think it's worse when your skin is otherwise relatively clear and you've just got that one big honkin' zit right smack dab in the middle of your face. Though...it's really more like on the left, not so much the centre. But the point is, no amount of makeup is going to cover that thing 'cause it just comes off as this bump on your face that wasn't there the day before...or maybe it was but it's just bigger today and more noticeable.
And maybe the smart thing to do would be to leave it and let it go away on its own instead of maybe aggravating the situation further by adding makeup onto it, but at 28, you'd think your body would just cut you a break already and leave the zits behind.
You know what I realized today?
I was going to complain about doctors and nurses wearing their scrubs out in public, but I realized I'd complained about that before. I wonder if I maybe complain too much. It's such a way of life with me now. And that's not good, right? I mean, those are just steps away from becoming an ornery, crochety old woman that kids run away from.
I don't know.
The last couple of days haven't been good ones. You just wake up and it's like you're moving around in a fog, you know? It's not so much that you're having a bad day...just a day that seems pointless.
When N called yesterday, I didn't even bother answering. I didn't care who it was on the other end. I just pretended I didn't hear the phone ringing because I just didn't feel like talking to anybody --- especially when, people always seem to think something's wrong just because you don't feel like talking to anybody or doing anything or seeing anyone.
Some days, you just want to be left alone, you know?
Maybe it's the depression kicking in again.
I think I need to go on vacation.
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