The most embarrassing thing happened to me today. I was in my room just crying my eyeballs out and my neighbor walked in on me. I didn’t know at the time what she came in for so I just covered my eyes with the sleeves of my hoodie and told her to wait outside and I’ll come to her. I quickly wiped my face and dried my eyes and went to her. Thats when she handed me a piece of fried chicken wrapped in tissue paper which her mom wanted me to have. But, I don’t think I was able to fool her because my nose was still all red from the sobbing. Its just the mental toll, acne can take on you. It is too much for me. Just when I thought my acne was clearing up, I got a swarm of pimples on the right side of my face. Times like this makes me wish I was in quarantine so I don’t have to face anybody or anything. I can just be by myself. I am at a point in my life where I can’t even tell my parents about how upset I feel about my face and what it has become now. Because all I hear from them are how I should change my diet (btw i am super skinny) and lack of exercise. And they tell me not to feel bad and to get over it. Its all easier said than done. Nobody has the rights to tell another person how to feel about a situation they are in. Nobody knows the feeling better than the one suffering. And they ask me why I suffer in silence. Because what else can I do for myself. What else can they do for me. I could tell them right now that I cried because I hate the way my acne looked, and they'd laugh about it saying its a funny thing to cry for. They don’t know how it feels to not be able to face anyone at your workplace or being to talk to other people with the feeling that they are secretly judging you or not actually looking at you but your acne while speaking to you or not being able to take a picture of yourself without any filter. You don’t know how it feels to wake up everyday and look at yourself in the mirror and be disappointment. They won’t know unless they've been where I am. And they haven’t. So don’t tell me, its okay. Because its not. So I can cry about it if I want to. And don’t even attempt to comfort me.