My temper grows shorter when my skin starts to flare. Its a stupid cycle, getting irritated by trigger events which are then followed by the worsening of my skin. Its astonishing how uncomfortable it can get, especially when there's no close or fast solution out of it. Minor events then seem even more so unbearable.
Sometimes, my closest friends and family bare the brunt of my thoughtlessness... Its kinda dumb, when thoughts don't get processed the way its supposed to be. I know its wrong, but I cant help it at times. And guilt has its way of creeping, even if I don't show it. :(
I'm trying to find something but I cant. I've just taken a bath and scrummaging ard the house in the hot humid weather isn't really doing me any favors, especially for one who perspires so easily. I'm alright, except for the prickly nettle-ish feeling thats seriously getting on my nerves. I start venting my anger, banging on tables and cursing the darn item. At this time my mum usually tells me to cool off ( both physically and mentally) while she helps me look for the stuff I need. I sit in front of a fan or air-con while she graciously helps in my search. I don't like this scene... But it happens all to frequently. I don't like my skin. I don't like how strangers look at me like I'm some creature. I don't like how I feel and how I act. To the ones whom I hold dear, who have cared for me and have gotten the shorter end of the stick. Thank you for bearing with me. Sorry for being such an idiot.