So yesterday I woke up with at least a pound of zits on my face. I was crushed, this has never happened to me before. I have maybe gotten five or six zits in my life time. I didn’t know what to do I was so mad the whole day wondering what I did to deserve this punishment. just to make it worse I had a dance I was going to go to with the guy I liked. it made me so mad because it’s not like I could just pop them and get on with life no they were under the skin so I had to sit there and look at them. I couldn’t do anything.
I was going to be proactive about this (No pun intended}. I went to the store and found the cheapest most affective face wash I could find to help clear these zits before the dance. I was stressing out so much that I gave myself a stomach ache, yes I do realize that it is stupid to stress out about some silly zits but I couldn’t help it.
I didn’t end up going to the dance at all. And no it wasn’t because I didn’t get rid of the zits it’s because none of my friends went. so I went to a girls night instead. it was fun and we drew on faces with markers which probably isn’t the smartest thing to do but I didn’t think it could get worse.
this morning I woke up and guess what they’re still there just staring at me probably sticking there tounges out saying na-na-na boo-boo. I washed my face like 10 times today hoping they would wash away, but they didn’t. I finally broke down and ordered that new skin ID stuff praying it will work but you never know. I’ll keep you updated
~Bonnie Jean Brewster
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