the diaries of a pubescent boy

a new face (hopefully)

When I say that I have a new face, I mean it. After 2 and a half months of rigorous midnight training, I've finally slimmed down. Now, I only have one last step to achieve my perfect form. It is my pimples.

I have no idea, so tonight, instead of working out, I'm going to be finding out. Everything points towards buying pimple cream and all that kind of expensive shit. It's more than I can afford. Way more.

So, I have to use every single one of my brain cells to think of a solution. The only thing I can do to get rid of those damn pimples is to wash my face with body soap.

The next morning, I pump some soap and rub it all in my face. I almost scream in pain. The soap burns like its hot soup.

Nonetheless, I endure the pain, and keep rubbing it away. When I come out of the shower, my face is as red as a fricking tomato.

Upon closer inspection though, my face looks slightly smoother. The volcanos on my face have become some sort of mountain. Slightly better, but better anyways.

This is a step towards my perfect form, the pimple-less, muscular me.