Earlier, I had an idea of what I wanted to say. After my usual few minutes catching up on various sites, I’m not so sure. Is it the wake of the VICE spread still unfolding? I’m not sure. I… I feel at a loss. There’s suicide everywhere at the moment. There’s not much that can be done to escape it. Not that I’m helping matters by going about either, though. Read More Caregiving: Scars
Trigger warning: This piece (and video) contains frank discussion of depression and self-injury.
The other day, I was celebrating my classes being over by sitting on my couch in my pajamas all day, watching TV, catching up on all the Internet goodness I’d missed while working on papers, and in general being lazy, sloppy, and a little smelly. I was in a good mood. In my Internet wanderings, I happened across a link to Pink’s video for “F*cking Perfect,” which I had not seen:
Now that my acne is finally starting to clear up (Thank you jeebus!) I am left with a significant amount of red marks. They are difficult to conceal even with make-up and in some ways even more frustrating than pimples because they are unattractive without the benefit of being poppable. Obviously I am interested in clearing them up as soon as possible. Read More We Try It: Vitamin E