It had become the focus of everything. It was all I could feel, all I could think about. It blotted out the rest of my face, the rest of my life. Like the zit had become... the truth about me.

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• Like with boys, how they have it so easy. How you have to pretend that you don't notice them... noticing you.
• My parents keep asking how school was. It’s like saying, “How was that drive-by shooting?” You don’t care how it was, you’re lucky to get out alive.
• Sometimes I think if my mother wasn't so good at pretending to be happy she might be better at actually being happy.
• Things were getting to me. Just how people are. How they always expect you to be a certain way. Even your best friend.
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