
Genetic Dead End
Unfiltered sadness. AcneScarCel.
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- Oct 19, 2019
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This is the only place where I can vent and let my anger out. Nobody gives a fuck about my problems, and I don't expect anyone to give a fuck anyway. My acne scarring destroyed me both physically and mentally. I tried everything to no avail, nothing is working, and my scars are looking worse each passing year. I know most of you guys are thanking god that you don't have acne scars and will porbably leave a generic reply to postmaxx, but I can't help but vent, I have nobody to talk to about this shit, I just keep it to myself until I have a mental breakdown. I never got to enjoy a single day of clear skin IN MY ENITRE POST PUBERTY LIFE. Last month I did a treatment where they injected tiny red hot needles all over my face to stimulate collagen production and it HURT SO FUCKING BAD to the point where I cried from the pain like a bitch in my car afterwards, the first time I cried in 13+ years. Just last week a fucking faggot told me that I should do something about my scars, I wanted to choke him right then and there so bad. Everytime I get close to anyone, I can see their eyes homing in on my cheeks with a look of disgust. This doesn't happen rarely, IT HAPPENS EVERY SINGLE TIME.
I've reached my breaking point, I did nothing to deserve this. I have to live the rest of my life with scars on my face while everyone looks at me with disgust and replusiveness, just because of my subhuman skin genetics. I just rot in my room all day, and only leave the house at 2am to get food, then go to class in the morning and sit alone and away from everyone. No living, sentient, conscious thing should endure this existence, an existence where you are forced to participate in a society that finds you puke inducing, and express no reluctancy to show it and say it to your face everyday.
I've reached my breaking point, I did nothing to deserve this. I have to live the rest of my life with scars on my face while everyone looks at me with disgust and replusiveness, just because of my subhuman skin genetics. I just rot in my room all day, and only leave the house at 2am to get food, then go to class in the morning and sit alone and away from everyone. No living, sentient, conscious thing should endure this existence, an existence where you are forced to participate in a society that finds you puke inducing, and express no reluctancy to show it and say it to your face everyday.
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