After getting 3 of my large acne scars surgically removed, I lay on my bed in terror as I read all the horror stories from acne.org about botched scar excision surgeries. With coagulated blood and stitches on my swollen face, and my laptop screen emitting a half read email from my internship threatening to deduct my abysmal pay for showing up late the other day, I look up to the ceiling and ask myself WHAT THE FUCK WENT WRONG???!!!
At this very time 10 years ago, I was a jovial middle schooler enthusiastic about what the future might have in store for me. All the things I was going to do when I “grow up” and all the fun and adventures I was going to have, it was exhilarating.
Not in a million years would I have imagined my life turning out to be the nightmare it is now. Out of all the paths and possibilities in life, this was the hand I was given.
What would my middle school self say if he found out that all what was in store for him was a lifetime of loneliness, misery, constant suffering, and deformity?
At this very time 10 years ago, I was a jovial middle schooler enthusiastic about what the future might have in store for me. All the things I was going to do when I “grow up” and all the fun and adventures I was going to have, it was exhilarating.
Not in a million years would I have imagined my life turning out to be the nightmare it is now. Out of all the paths and possibilities in life, this was the hand I was given.
What would my middle school self say if he found out that all what was in store for him was a lifetime of loneliness, misery, constant suffering, and deformity?
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