Bumps

When am I going to grow out of spots? It's been almost fifteen years since my initiation into this misery, and it shows no sign of abating. I thought this was a teenage affliction, like sulking and monosyllabism, but no, each day I wake up with yet more facial based humiliation. Spots are like an early radar system for pretty girls. You wake up with them, you can bet it's gonna be a day of talking to the ground. I have a feeling that even when I'm a corpse, pimples will still be flourishing. Let's hope they close the lid.