I stay up all night matching the colour of the fake pimples to that of my skin. Art isn't exactly my talent, so I spend much more time on it than I probably should have.
Then, I add some finishing touches, like some little pus bubbles. I finish everything just before my alarm rings. I fall off my chair, legs numb. It's probably not very healthy to stay in your chair for the entire night.
After struggling to stand up for a good 5 minutes, I grab some fake pimples and put them on. I admire my handiwork in the mirror, and then I get ready for school. I wonder how effective the pimples will be.
As I head off to school, I realise that if I get back all my pimples Jason Loh may start bullying me again. However, if he ever decides to do so, I am still buff, and I can beat him up. That's some sort of reassurance I guess.
As I walk to class, I notice a marked difference in the number of people who try to talk to me. This is promising.
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the diaries of a pubescent boy
Humoralex tan has problems controlling the demands of his puberty
