I just know I'm going to regret this; ANON POST TIME

The situation is this:

My acne has gone berserk. My hair is trying to kill me. My teeth are trying to kill me. I need new glasses because my eyes keep going wrong. My skin is going moldy. I have about a bajillion new stretch marks that have appeared out of nowhere. None of my clothes fit, and I can't find any new ones that do either. I haven't stopped sweating since February, I can't breathe properly at the best of times, AND I have to see Dr Fonze on Thursday, and then get belittled by the medical exam people next week.

In short, my self esteem is THROUGH THE FUCKING FLOOR. I mean, more so than normal.

Anon commenting is on. Have fun. Tell me stuff anonymously you're too chicken to say to my face.

Writer's Block: Do-over!

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Much as a do-over would be nice, without everything that happened I probably wouldn't have met Stef, and it all goes downhill from there. I'd give it away, for certain. The hard part would be working out which friend needed it most.