Well, I’ve just figured that nobody will ever read my shit so guess what? Anything I want can be written here. Cool! Prepare your imaginary selves for a very, very dirty material lol (just kidding).
At the moment I feel like saying just one meaningless thing: I have hemangioma. Yes. My face is completely desfigured because of one awful disorder that some really stupid people call “horrendous birthmarks” and I wish I was kidding about that also, but I’m not. I do look like the most abnormal of the creatures ever designed by God.
So my pic on this Gravatar thing is doctored, obviously. I wish I could talk to more people who have the same problem I do, but it seems quite difficult. If get to talk with more hemangioma suffers, I won’t feel like a freak for the first time in my lonely little life. Well, it doesn’t matter. Now I have one space in this world where I can be myself – trully, entirely. And writing gives me a transitory sensation that friends are unnecessary, before I get back to the real world and feel awful again.
“Life sucks. And then you die.” – Modern saying.
