Well, that didn't feel so great....

Before you look at the picture below, I want to dive into a little bit of why I ended my relationship with Facebook.

Even though it was very convenient to stay connected to my friends from all the different places, I didn't feel like I need to be superficially alerted about their lives every time I logged in. 

Thus, I was done with it. I didn't want to post little things where people would be forced to glance at every time they logged in. 

This blog is personal, and part of it, is that I want to be able to express more personal things about my life to the few friends who actually would take a bit more effort to come look at this blog. I promise it's not smug, but just my way to deal with things. Also, I feel like on this blog, I can say whatever the fuck I want (because you're in my territory now)+ (even though I don't even use the word "fuck" a lot, it feels nice that I can say it freely here if I wanted to).

Now, the picture below, is my face getting burned by lasers. My mom finally convinced me, after many years, to go into a skin care doctor and get a treatment for the bumps on my face. I never thought of them as bumps or nicks or blemishes, but I guess I knew they were there. The acnes started coming and never left— distinctly in eighth grade. Even though I've been way better in recent years, the marks they left were there. 

It wasn't the pain that I didn't want to do the treatment, I just didn't feel like I need to take care of something that didn't feel that wrong to me. 

But partially to make my mother happy(because she is convinced that this will make me happy), I decided to give in and give it a shot. 

It was one of the most painful experiences in my life. It did feel like someone took a thousand toothpicks and punched a few holes on my faces continuously until I was burned. 

I'm to be recovered in a few days. The red marks will subside and my faces will be more smooth. I know in my heart that's not going to make me a better person or make my family and friends love me more. I know they don't love me for this. It'll be nice for the first impressions I will make from now on. But I'm going to have to be more reserved now that I have opened the gates for more superficial people into my life. 

I'll feel better soon, and hopefully, I'll forget this experience (even though I'll have to repeat it once every month for the next 3 or 4 months). However, for now, feel free to cheer for me being open about my life and feelings, and also express your sorrows about my pain in the comment section below. 

I love you all, and I do miss a lot of my friends who I left at Facebook, but another form of communication will come from me soon enough— I promise.

Pete