itchy, red, burning, bumpy, scaly, red, itchy, oh, and HOT

If I knew then what I know now about steroids. Who knew that they could come in the form of a cream that makes all your skin imperfections disappear like magic healing potion? I definitely didn't. Nor did I know that they can also cause an apparently common Perioral Dermatitis. It's beautiful, I know. I'm really mad at my mom. I can't tell her because it's really my fault for being so naive. But she's the one that gave me the steroids when I had some red dry spots on my face and said "You can even use this more than once a day if you need to. It will make it go away!"

Three months later I have the nastiest red and bumpy face. I should not have listened to her and her witch talk! Magic creams = bad. All I want to do is put the damn cream back on because it makes my skin PERFECT and BLEMISH FREE but I can't.

'Think of the face as a cream junkie that needs a "fix." One needs to go "cold-turkey".'

Ok American Osteopathic College of Dermatology, I will think of my face as a drug hungry convict because that REALLY makes me feel better about wanting to roll in a pool full of smooth cool steroid cream.

I feel beyond terrible about myself and my entire life, which is absolutely pathetic because there are so many worse things that could have happened to me, like, say, cancer or the HIV or Tourette's. Although if I did have Tourette's then maybe it would excuse the outbursts I always think about having but never can because society holds me down. God damn society! If I weren't applying to work in restaurants where looks are ALL that matters then I wouldn't care about this so much. But I'm not going to get hired with red scaly bumps all over my face. Not attractive. My mom said, "It just looks like you have a cold and have been blowing your nose a lot." Yea, maybe if you're a DINOSAUR and didn't care that everyone stared at your reptiley dry skin and black and blue mark in the middle of your forehead (completely unrelated, and no, I wasn't that drunk). All this reptile stuff is in addition to the infection I have in my vagina (no, it's not contagious). So I am on a lot of drugs, needless to say.

I can't think about getting better because all I can think about is how much this hurts/itches and how I'm going to be ugly for the rest of my life and never get a job or a hot boyfriend. Because these are the things that really matter for me to live a happy and fulfilling life apparently. No one ever said I wasn't shallow (sometimes). So I am going to lay here with this wet towel on my face because it has soothing properties for 3 seconds, which is better than nothing at all.