zit's wonderful

i know that everything is fine. that i continue to beat myself up when everyone else has busied themselves with other things.

when you get a zit you have the opportunity to cover it up with concealer. but perhaps you pick and squeeze it. now you can't hide it with makeup and the world knows that you couldn't keep your grubby paws off of it.

for the most part people think that i'm pretty 'with it'. their might be the occasional metaphorical pimple that they can see i've been tampering with, but doesn't everybody? unfortunately when it comes to letting things go i seem to have quite the acne problem going. i don't think that victoria principal could clear this shit up.

if i had it my way i'd cover the window to this room with black paint and take to crying. i wish that i was home now. i wish that i could crawl into bed with the chap and let the tears roll down my face.

nothing is really wrong. but i've done too much fucking picking and i would like to silently wait it out. let the redness get controlled and then try today again.

dig me trying to explain my depression with a zit analogy. dermatologists everywhere give up one collective shudder.

damn skippy.