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Davis has been working from home for quite a while, but they needed him to come in today. Needless to say, it was a struggle to haul his fat ass into the office, especially when none of his old clothes could fit on him~ Art by burr-f-arts.bsky.social 

Day 7 of inktober, drew a Boo from the Mario series. Fun fact, One of the designs said Boo was based off of his wife, who was really shy when dealing with people in person, but would get mad at him for working late nights lol. Enjoy!

I've suffered with acne since I was 9. I've have been through countless medications through doctors. Some worked to a degree but I would still be left with some acne. Some pills didnt agree with my body at all. I've had so many side effects from different pills that I've taken in the past. Creams and gels have no effect on it. I've even been to a dermatologist with no luck. Through having breaks from medication because some didnt work, my skin would get so bad that I didnt want to look in the mirror. I feel like it makes me sound stupid. But my acne causes so many low points. I dont ever show my skin off for what it is online. I use filters. My skin is sensitive so I cant do makeup or face paint, it hates it. A lot of the time my skin is painfull as well, like cleaning my skin is a nightmare. I also think working in retail is draining as well. The countless people that have made comments on it. When it gets bad i pray that people won't say anything. I try so hard with my skin and I feel like I cant catch a break. I feel so self absorbed even talking about it. Like people have real problems. But I feel that acne is the cause of a lot of who I am. I'm not comfortable, or confident. I have another dermatologist appointment next month. Though I honestly at this point have little hope. I'll be put on some medication and hope it will do the job but I doubt it. I'm almost 25 now. I've lived with it for 15 years. I'm still not at peace with it and I dont think I will ever be. The other day I wanted to buy one of those face masks you wear out, just because I wanted to hide as much of it as I could. I talk to people about it but they never get it. My dad will mention to me how bad it's got when it does, it tears me apart. People try and give my advice, that's not needed. Like I know how bad it is. I wake up with it every day..I pray for it to clear up. I live with it. And I hate it so much!!

My English teacher, laughing: Last time I checked, you pack your suitcase not suicide...

Who are you omg

Gardiene: *Cute~* ^,^

Travel Impression continues!