finally drag my ass and went to see a skin specialist. what i feared most happened. there's nothing i could do
about my disgusting arms. i am born with this and i'm hit jackpot inheriting this genes, so there's absolutely nothing i can do about it. *Well, i'm thinking if i cant do anything bout that, i might as well have a big tatoo to cover up those disgusting parts. at least tatoos are pretty.* ok, i couldn't speak a word in the doctor's office because i was trying very hard not to cry. *mum's with me, it wud be ugly to make a scene* seriously, it felt like, the doctor just told me i'm at the final stage of some disease and i'm about to die in two weeks. it feels like, i got stabbed in the heart.
im going to die old, grumpy, lonely.
sometimes i cant help but wonder, why do i always get the bad genes?
the big bones(there's no way i can be thin), the fats(makes it more impossible), the flat feet(i can't get pretty girly shoes), the skin-disease like arms(i disgust myself, everytime i look at it i cant help but wonder, why me?), the way i speak(i can't pronounce s, x, f, etc...),my very bad temper(confirm inherited, it's in my blood),...