everything has quickly gotten from decent to unbearable only 1 day after my vacation. my skin is breaking out worse than it ever has before on my shoulders and even back... if you don't think that acne is a reason to kill yourself, FUCK YOU. That automatically shows that you have no acne problems and you cannot relate to what the shit I've been cursed with, meaning you have NO room to preach to me or even tell me "I know what you mean. Ohplzplzplz don't dai! yer life is seeeew werth something, but don't DARE tries superstardom, oh noez! Yer not good enough! But live a half-assed mangina life fer uz pleeeeeze!!!" I did promise myself to at least give superstardom an honest shot before I go beyond the pale (I believe if one's mind is THAT set on suicide, at LEAST do what you've always wanted to do but held back from for whatever reason, unless it's something that actually hurts/kills others) since singing and acting (maybe comedy) are really my only trump cards left that mother nature gave me because I completely suck at everything else in life (well, I do suck at those 3 things too, but at least I can say I enjoy them or at the very least the idea of doing them) but because of how bad my skin is ALONE, I can expect to be rejected from all 3 of those right off the fucking bat. I'll still try 'cause I at least respect myself enough to keep my own promises to myself and not back down, but I do know how to kill myself, so yeah, I'm guaranteed to die very soon, unless you believe in miracles or "underdog wins" crap they show on sappy feel-good movies and that shit actually happens to me. To the few of you on this board/chat/site that I actually like, thank you.