Things have been rough. I’m confused and detached. I woke up this morning and started crying before I could even get out of bed. Thankfully, I’m on one more month of isotretenoin and hopefully my skin will improve. I’m tired of feeling ugly on top of ugly. My friend brought me a lucky bamboo plant, and an old friend is back in my life and spending time with me. I hope things will improve. It’s very hard to see any point in going on. I’m also going to leave this here: