Hi, friends. In future installments of this blog I shall return to the topics of food and pants, but for now I must go into confessional mode and discuss something which has been greatly reducing the already low quality of my life. I am here to announce that I have two reddish blotches on the right side of my face, both of which were caused by stupid mistakes I made in regard to pimples.
After messing around with one pimple I was left with a single red blotch. I cannot tell you how upset I was. If only I had left it alone it would have been fine. I've had pimples before, they come and go, but by messing this time I caused a problem that could last 6-12 months, if what I have is post-inflammatory hyperpigmentation, which is what my dermatologist said I have (although, for reasons I will not get into here, he might be wrong). Anyway, if i do have PIH, it will slowly fade over a 6-12 month period, but perhaps never completely. If I don't have PIH, it could be something else, in which case I could be looking at a permenent red blotch, with no fading of color.
So anyway, I caused one blotch, and then a little while later I got a new pimple, and since I've had pimples before and messed around with them and nothing happened, I figured I'd mess with the new one and just be a little more careful and surely nothing would happen again. Well, mother f'er, I did it again! Now I have caused not one, but two blotches.
You can see the two red blotches above
I am pretty miserable about the whole thing. I want to basically beat myself with a golf club or any hard object or having done this to myself. I would give pretty must anything to be able to go back in time and just leave myself alone so this would not have happened. Oh, time! Oh, regret!
Anyway, I don't really see anyone willing to go out with me on a date now, much less marry me, so I think I'm just going to go live out in the woods and be a hermit.
Bye.