janoycresva
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Today I went to a dermatologist for a surgerymaxing consultion. She said my scars will need years of consistent expensive painful treatment and even then, I'd be lucky to see 50% improvement. Anyways, hearing these news got me depressed and although I made a plan for my first session in the next few weeks (subcision, RF needling and PRP injections), I left feeling more down than I came in, especially after seeing how truly wrecked my face is under the derms special mirror. She showed me some of the before photos of her patients and I would be so happy with the fucking before pictures of the patients. I told her i dont care about having perfect skin, I just want to look a little less like a freak and she said "well, when I see you, I don't think of your scars first and I think you're very handsome" (OBVIOUS LIE, WHY ARE YOU IN THIS PROFESSION THEN? but I know she has to say that to maintain a good reputation). The other thing that sucks is that I'll have to schedule this piss around my ROTC duties which will be immensely hard (going to field training with a swollen face, will probably get kicked out srs).
When I got back to school, we had lobster night so the dining hall was completely packed. I took the lobster and walked around the hall looking for a seat, everything was filled up. Nobody offered me a seat despite my wanderings for 45 minutes (IF SOMEBODY WANDERED BY ME FOR A FEW MINUTES LOOKING FOR SOMEWHERE TO SIT I WOULD FUCKING OFFER UP THE EMPTY CHAIR NEXT TO ME, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? People are so cruel). At one point I thought of jumping off the second floor of the dining hall with my uneaten lobster plate in one hand and my chicken in the other, just to ruin the normies night.
Then I saw people taking fucking pictures of themselves with their lobsters in hand and with their friends. I wanted to go over and say "Why are you cocksuckas takin pictures, what, what, you've never eaten lobster before huh?".
I saw some obese kid wandering around as well, might be friend him, I see him eat alone every single day. Feelsbadman, this guy is like 500lbs so def not a fakecel because it'd be super hard to lose weight at that point.
Now I'm just listening to a Zyzz playlist, nostalgia mane, nothing like back in 2013 when I first discovered the fitness world and thought "i was going to make it" only to be wrecked by severe cystic acne.
It's such a travesty
The way you say our love should be
Yeah, such a tragedy
Think you can just break my heart and leave me
Well, you better run now
Man on the run
Playing for fun
Wind me up
Leave me undone
When I got back to school, we had lobster night so the dining hall was completely packed. I took the lobster and walked around the hall looking for a seat, everything was filled up. Nobody offered me a seat despite my wanderings for 45 minutes (IF SOMEBODY WANDERED BY ME FOR A FEW MINUTES LOOKING FOR SOMEWHERE TO SIT I WOULD FUCKING OFFER UP THE EMPTY CHAIR NEXT TO ME, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? People are so cruel). At one point I thought of jumping off the second floor of the dining hall with my uneaten lobster plate in one hand and my chicken in the other, just to ruin the normies night.
Then I saw people taking fucking pictures of themselves with their lobsters in hand and with their friends. I wanted to go over and say "Why are you cocksuckas takin pictures, what, what, you've never eaten lobster before huh?".
I saw some obese kid wandering around as well, might be friend him, I see him eat alone every single day. Feelsbadman, this guy is like 500lbs so def not a fakecel because it'd be super hard to lose weight at that point.
Now I'm just listening to a Zyzz playlist, nostalgia mane, nothing like back in 2013 when I first discovered the fitness world and thought "i was going to make it" only to be wrecked by severe cystic acne.
It's such a travesty
The way you say our love should be
Yeah, such a tragedy
Think you can just break my heart and leave me
Well, you better run now
Man on the run
Playing for fun
Wind me up
Leave me undone
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